Eternal twilight surrenders, to a tired sun rising, city lights make for a smoky gray, compromising with night and day. Infinite grayness cascades down frowning, touching on the streetlamps, and forever lit stores, the dim light hides the years, on all the faded whores. The city sleeps in these tired hours, stars hiding, wilted flowers, behind a curtain of purple smoke I, try not to cry yet, droplets of blood from my fingers, salty like the tears, I've repressed all these tears weep for me. My room glows softly, with a faded light, pale white, from a moon already going flowing down the curtain of smoke it hides behind. Flowing like the crimson tears from my peirced fingers staining the eternal twilight on these city streets.