Late-nighters

Late-nighters, not the trust funders who rape and pillage all that is real, pure, sure.

Late-nighters, wake to new days with thoughts of suicide, write, euthanized.

Late-nighters, walk tall though the halls of society courthouses.

Late-nighters, awake, restless for the wicked.

Who gives you voice?

Late-nighters!

Who feeds your soul?

Late-nighters!

Late-nighters, live to die.

Pushing the envelope so real can be.

Stained glass with the blood soulless late-nights spilled for the real.

Late-nighters, tell stories, remind, rewrite, rewind.

Days given to each, taken by some, used by few.

Late-nighters, live, laugh, love, hate, die lonely, never alone.

Late-nighters are my flock, my group, my pride.

I am a late-nighter. I reject your reality and inject my own.

Late night lies never see the light of day, late-nighters never lie.

Twisted truths make up all lives.

Late-nighters raise a glass to all those to become, to those who have pasted, give thanks to the few who will maintain the line for the proud to go after!

Reviews

[Glenn Davis]

Yeah! My fellow late-night friend. I love that you pay homage to the world that doesn't sleep. I especially love the line; "Stained glass with the blood soulless late-nights spilled for the real." But i think my favorite line in this piece is by far; "Days given to each, taken by some, used by few."