Nightfall creaks with aged fertility

Even the shadows seem to come alive in their harmless acidity

The glass may be meant to keep us all out

But the glass leaves your walls transparent from doubt

You hide yourself behind something so see-through

As if you hide but you want somebody to find you

Glass is just refined from sand and dust

And even the most adamant of metal shall rust

You will drown in the collapse of your walls and debris

Dying by the fear of you being killed; what dreadful irony