they were no longer asleep

now there was no point

dulled with excessive use

lost its edge

no longer cutting deep

stare of dagers

clouded by catarac

along with the blades

leaving the back

The forest at night

disturbance in hearing

void of sight

unpredictable grounds

tiny spots of light

are they fireflies?

or many of torch

reminder of the day sun

heat that would scortch

but not in this cold night

somewhat guided

by this lesser light

now I long for the sun

the true beam of white

that will be soon

hopefully

crossing the bridge

arachnid inspired

is doom at this structure disired?

swaying, unsteady

unstable, praying

wishing for company

longing for friendly footsteps

even if it's four pairs

to spirit me away

far out of here

specifically

to my beloved

my friends and family

those who are with me

calling

I see sirens

flashing blue

in the sea of grey

within a lighter grey

partnered with green too

Noisy!

what's the emmergency?

I would like to know

yet also no

I don't want to be where the sirens go