Riding the Rays

we are like abandon buildings
with bars over the windows
and doors locked tightly
for no reason
where dark corners
and running rats
hide only what
the world no longer wants
empty of happiness
full of need
fortified against a world
so desolate and broken
only time prevails
losing its grip
on the lonely
we are empty
like the buildings
looking for shadows
in the webbed dirt
that don't exist
like us
shadows in the mist
disappearing once again
when the sun rises
riding the rays