Salvation in the City of Dogs

Darkness fills this place, but I am far from fearing the night. The soft beat of the rain falls here, and the city lives by it's plaintive beat, I live by it's plaintive beat. The street exhales, soft light pouring from the headlights of passing cars. The street light flickers, and the street in hales once more. Darkness comes from the street now, but it's okay, I no longer fear the night. The light flickers on, and the street comes back to life. I wait for the light to let it's fragile life slip once more. Darkness again, I move, completely silently, unnoticed in the slowly dying city. I steal across the cold street, how calm the night. my body falls gracefully into the shadows at no work of my own, falls back into the world of darkness, the world which I live so comfortably in. I glance back at the sputtering street. Watching as it slowly dies. This City is dying, and I don't give a damn if it takes me with it.