The Night

In the black of the night,
All that is seen,
Is shadows, not light.

What is out there in the night,
Nobody knows,
But they disappear before light.

In these wet, dark streets I walk,
Among those I can't see,
I can hear them talk,
I can feel their heat.

They're all around me,
To my left and to my right,
In front and behind me.

I don't fear them,
Not one bit,
Because I am them,
The creatures of the night.