the cold twilight, the red dusk
Its lifeless frosty cheeks,
rouged with the gore of
my unfulfilled desires,
and my shattered dreams
The cold twilight, the red dusk
There, behind the skyscrapers,
hiding, setting, drowning
Ashamed of its hazy beam
tired of its daily regime
the weary sun
and
The cold twilight, the red dusk
Here, in the busy streets of the bustling city
Gleaming faces, smiling and laughing
indifferent to my tears,
unacquainted with the sun’s sorrow
the nonchalant people
and
The cold twilight, the red dusk
« return.