Lynch Me

Smoke hangs,
Suspended in twilight to-night,
Walls washed with dark gray, the transition
The black and white,
They forever fight-
City nights and neon lights flying past

Can't you feel this punk noir?

The beat of the unseemly, lazy, pulse
Throbbing with life at every hour,
Sweet dreams, are indeed, made of these-

And these flickering, lights, shine off and on,
Lost in a chasm of their own, making
Cavernous, the specks illuminate the dark,
A walk on the borderline-
/in the park?

Night, this is our time-
The light is gone now, come play,
Flee the hazy day, embrace the gray,
Feel alive in the moonlit rays,

What do you have to say?