I am just a parasite, a rancid creature of
the night, with eyes that never see the light
Of day. Papers blow over empty streets
People inside houses I'll never meet are
Feeling safe and safely wasting away. They
Are all inside asleep, living love that they
Can't keep, speaking words that they could
Never say. Dreams of learning how they might
Make amends and set things right are
Conveniently forgotten the next day...

Safely wasting away.