Children After Midnight

Children After Midnight
Neon screams in the desert night.
Demons on wheels roar with fright.
Jesus is praised with staff and might
by the derelict gone sane.
Countless lost souls wander
the urban oasis lit like
the alien mind that rules this world,
a world of currency, false dreams,
and the grand illusion.

Intoxicated and betrayed virgins
cry for mischief, blind to its consequences.
Party with me - I'm yours.
I won't tell in confession
of our sin tonight
beneath desert skies,
swarmed by lies,
and the premise of risk.

The promise of fortune
does not decieve me.
I stand apart, calm, and alone.
Thousands gather, yet I cannot meet
the thousands of stares
in reflections of illuminated distractions
with dignity nor share:
they come to play and forget their sorrow.

I come to bear witness
with frugality and restraint
to the playground in hell -
a cartoon hell,
full of gross exagerations,
profit in loss,
security in insecurity,
and children after midnight.