There are no lights after sunsets
no small talks, no masquerades,
no wavy lights pretending,
no hazy smokes, no darkness.
everything circling reality.

with echoing laughter at night
once slaughtered sights of sleep
undressed the veil, unveiling horns
I was walking in the dark to deep
-there I lost my wings, and fell

for once, we are one in the dark
in memories too soon forgotten
no vivid sights, but echoes
to the heart or to the soul
inside our small earth, enveloping

the night, once innocent
with the dawning of every soul
once a place of redemption
now with fire burning beatings
of  hearts unwinged uncoiled.

and our laughters kept going
like a duet of curses in the air,
a song of the world, of reality
of the unweaving of the soul
once masked, now true.