Written at 1:20 AM
The wind is calling me, beckoning with...

As I look up to the same night sky
I wonder why I had to cry...

Another tear
another fear...

Cities grow in terror,
masses spread like a plague...

They carried the sky
on shoulders a bit too unearthly...

Some call him a sinner,
some call him a saint...

TV blaring
on-screen homicide...

He has his back against a wall, reaching
in all peculiarity for something to 'do with his...

Flashing lights pass me by
the city gleams in sorrow...

She never quite understood those quick moments
that fell with the sun in its trembling hours...

Temptation strains under your skin --
a premonition of passion in your eyes...

"Il est indigne des grands coeurs de repandre...
There will come a day...