Nightwalkers

Nightwalkers

when 5am meets you outside,

the birds will sing songs foreign to your ears,

the cold would be so wicked your fingers grow numb from pain,

your skin will reek of sin and cheap life.

 

remember,

this is not the life your mother wept to the Gods for.

 

 

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