The alleys were dark, no significant light to paint ways for the crawling night.
The rain was prominent making the sky clearer but hazing the actuality.
The distant lights were that far that they seem like flurry foams.
The corner barked and I heard them whispering from the shadows, "disappear or get disappeared."
I smirked at them thinking what could possibly abolish a meat suit when the soul is already soaked?
I walked away with no fear of losing anything, not an inch of my valuables.
Little did they know if they have been closer, my demons would have swept them off,
As those demons are much darker than graphite.
Those demons have seen the darkest sights.
-Teach me grammar please.
-And yet again from the archives.