the night is all i see the eternal black of the sky up above me the stars and moon my only light shadows dance and play under street lights the souls of the lost sit in half ass-ed paper and box sheds the lunar patrol rolls by with there black and white carriages with there blues and 2's going. and old grizzled looking figure sits back to the wall sucking on a cig head hung low. smoke rising from the lit end. shadow people all around dancing the night away the weary war torn faces of the of the sleepless turn and gaze on me as i walk in to the filler station to buy my provisions a box of death stick's and a snack for the trek home the cold grips at me taring the warms from my soul i shudder but cary on smoking my cig basking in the aroma and taste the soft fog rolls in turning the streets to a hazy glow of the night life trees and shadows get more dramatic and a creepy feel set's in ....... things that i think of at 2am walking to get a pack of smokes at the AMPM down the street or rather me just describing what i see