Black Creek

I wait at the station

In this dusty city of signs

The desk on the wall

The flies are so thick on the floor

I call on the demon

No rhyme and no reason to stay

Voice still murmur

Still nearly as human they say

Secrets are buried

Secrets beneath the floor

I call on the demon

No rhyme and no reason to stay

I call on the demon

No rhyme and no reason

The fireflies buzzing

Eternity shrugging

Your voice hanging thin

Your voice hanging still in the air