Under the Lights

The struggle of the constant search

Each night

As the stars are hidden

The moon shines lighting the way

The modesty of the day is thrown to the ground

The heels and the paint come on

Needing something

In search of something more

We are each on this search

All in our own way

Whether it be with

The light of the cigarette

Or the first shot

Each one

Is the same

All the ones falling over

Wanting

Needing

To be saved

Under the sense that our prince is just waiting

For the right moment

When we are sleeping or when we have been poisoned

Yet all that lurks through this night are the shadows

We are victims in our own journeys

Through the constant

Stealing of souls

Falling and be swept into the traps of lust and temptation

The sun goes down

The neon lights begin to shine

The hands, the shouts all come out

For yet another night

Where we are walking victims

Walking into our traps

Each night we blindly take step by step

Without being cautious or taking a moment to think

It can steal your soul

If it has already not

It will leave you empty

Wanting more

Of what you believe fills your tank

Each night you are broken

Hoping to be fixed

But just shattered yet again

It can and will steal

Shatter each ounce of dignity

And respect

You ever held dear

But only if you let it

Remember the true power is within you

The lights

The constant stealing

And being victimized would never occur

If we did not follow the cycle

Fall into the trap

The night would be nothing more but stars and the shine of the moon

The safety of bedtime stories

And being tucked in

It would all return

If we put an end

A stop

Demanded the respect

That we each deserve

Demand what has been stolen

Allow for your brokenness to heal

And the change will take its time putting you back together

Piece by piece

Until once again

You are whole