i fall beneath your being
twisting in vain
between veins of our might
crushed by bits
in tango with a dark
structure i told myself
we’re stolen in moments
to create a void of emotion
by mouths of men
jaws of might
we discover ourselves at night
in spite of minds alike
and i break to take
myself to other levels
before leaves fall from trees
in preparation of november
when thoughts linger
and your thoughts
are at the grip
of ill will fingers


You slip in night because darkness is a type of coldness. A temperature where you feel somewhat safe. By feeling safe, you feel like you. You blend in with the night causing your shades to become temporary enough to expose them.