Our town

Darkness does not fall,
does not descend in this town,
It infiltrates, through amber clouds
and strobe skylines that never dim.
Through artificial stars and
the flashing glittering and enchanting
presence of the angler fish's bulb,
lighting the night with half-truths,
the nutrition of rat poison.

Faces dyed in wax,
hiding the decay beneath.

The simple omission made dangerous
with each alluring glint,
with each invigorating drag,
with each pressing step,
towards the center of it all,
the teeming throbbing glaring,
heart of darkness.