spotlights

In the harsh light
of the blazing sun
your shadow betrayed you
doing all the sneaky things
you tried to hide

As you scratched your head
your apparition
gave you away
by glitching with mismatched moves

It persisted,
even at night,
by finding spotlights
instead of sunshine
to keep it alive;
Guiding you like a parasite
steering a host
intent to find more light

When the Klieg lights burned out
a lit match would suffice
to burn the house down
and to keep your dark side
illuminated in the glee

Another day alive
in a circus of death
With a cigarette lit
from the crematorium
fire
filling your lungs
with another day of scum