Now is the time to dance with your demons
let your fear run amuck
self-rattle your cages.

Now is the time to howl at the moon,
mourn your dead, your departed,
your drifting away.

Now is the time to flail, wail, scream
hope that you’re dreaming
wish you were dead.

Free darkness to scare us
bare us, beware us,
blow us wide open,
tear us apart.

Find hunger unites us
pain un-uptights us
panic forges humble beings
able to receive sincere praise.

Grown fierce we move on now,
even death cannot stop us
and well she should fear us.

Humans become human
writing after midnight.