Street light

on

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…

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