When it's Late

We forget our rules,
Throw down our guard
As if the night is a shield,
Sharpen our claws
And put on a mask.

Cowards can brandish
Their swords, throw out
Their howls whilst no one
Is awake to tell them
To shut the hell up.

In space, no one can
Hear you scream;
When it's late, your
Screams are drowned out
By everyone's rebellion.

Paint the words with
The Sun's eye on you -
Don't be afraid to
Raise your hands and
Shout to the blue sky.