staring at the monitor

midnights come and mornings go
the nights are passing slowly
why i'm awake i do not know
to sleep well would be holy

damned to sit before the words
the world wide web provides
chirping like the heedless birds
beneath them all the cat still hides

off at three o'clock to walk
through empty streets and dark
only with myself to talk
not even dogs will bark.

coming home
it's damp and cool
not far to roam
where demons rule