I walk the lonely neon streets,
Of my minds’ perceptioned-city:
On frames of personality.
It glows here with electric-life,
And yet all is calm and silent.
The lit windows in each skyscraper,
Are on all the time to torment.
For all that keeps me company,
Are the shadows in the darkness;
They wander ’bout the city streets,
With motives one can’t quite assess.
O’ the night is never-ending,
And sanity is not welcome.
For the only ways to pass time,
Require certain levels of numb.
The cityscape gets dull and drab,
And monotony fosters art.
Splash of red here. A mural there.
Blood stains make for good tragic art;
And when life gets too tiresome,
There are always things to distract.
Just climb atop a tall building,
And jump off to make an impact!
One must always make sure to smile…
Or at least wear one anyway;
‘Cause come on, what else can you do?
Has it not always been this way?
The world is built on blood and tears,
Though as they say, “Just smile, it’s life!”
We haunt this endless night alone,
Smiling on with the help of a knife.
K. Aldaya, 10/10/15