Oh, an image's sweet deceit.
Mirror refracted reference
of truth; incomplete.
Full of speaking,but;
Silent now in meaning.

As every proud cloud,
hangs heavy in parallel.
In each lie's dowry.

Carbon bleak black streets.
Night bitten breezes blowing.
With countless; lonely heartbeats
Car lights speeding.but:
Not a sound is speaking.

As each lithe light,
Travels a blinding path.
But only, to be lost:
swallowed by the night.