Rehearsal Is Over (10:01pm)

In a small town where I spend my nights, I find myself walking, And it Tastes Like Street lights shining, man-made stars, your eyes reflect and Imitate luminescence, and cast watery reflections that only Luna can see, her singular, round body is an Eye, seeing all that you can not possibly anticipate, what's waiting in the shadows is Nothing, and does not exist until it is imagined by you and only you, whatever Creature may lurk, innocent or not, it speaks and the only sound to be heard is wind, and Everything is exactly as it seems, because you are not Her, you are you on the cold ground. And Peace and Fear Reserve the same single room, As usual.