The Night Brigade

Concrete forests lined with dust
streetlight cavemen stained and still with rust

City lights sway in the dark alley ways
poison drips from glass tumblers while children play

Hands fall into pockets of dirty jeans
Ghosts dance on the corner of Main and Aberdean

Techno beats and acoustic strings
worn brake pads squeal as the sirens sing

Come to bed, the cautious angels coo
but the devil has other plans for you

We slink into doorways and watch innocence fade
another lonely dance in the somber night brigade


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