lullaby at dawn

there are many ghosts in the closets
ghosts that come out at times such as these
the twilight between night and dawn
where the sky is black, jet black
with a rude streak of electric blue
when morning bleeds its colours
onto it's unwilling canvas

the ghosts only get more opaque
with the coming of dawn
and as we ignore them
and pretend not to see
or hear their insistant rattling

but some nights
they manifest their presense on oneself
such as tonight, tonight
they come out to feed
as unwilling a prey such as i
but during the battle of dark and light
and night and day
they impose their visits

and expose the secrets we lock away with them
like a dirty robe they are forced to wear
with our sins streaked red and glaring