Prepare For Silence vr.2

Streets run empty in my city.
Lay down and wake up elsewhere.
Horrible screams of joy as springs
creak and sheets rustle.

Laughter with jumbled incorheritness
pours out holes in the wall.
Those running late, catching the
last show; don't forget the
glittered crotch and Synamin's kiss.

It's late. Time for the smooth
operator to sling the R&B and
soft pop for the lone driver at
the stop light. The moon creeps.
Leaves scatter as wind brisk by.
Sewer systems effervescence.

Prepare for silence.
Listen closely, hear the children of
the night dance across the shadows.
Everything grows cold with an
eerie feeling. Especially unseen eyes see
you feel them. Goose pimples rise with
shivers. Go home home quick, don't
cut through the park.