Street light, a fake moon you are
I can’t judge, a fake man I am
Seen things of morbid seed, you had
A maniac loon, once I was
How many sunsets dimed your light?
How many horizons do you fail to ignite?
How many lovers do you try to cover up?
From the devil’s touch, from the rabid man…
Street light, from a fortune teller, is your sight
As for a doomed bastard, was mine
Nigh time pain is for you to glow
Such for the nightingale was before…