As darkness covers the sights,
while strolling the narrow streets of the nights,
dancing in sync are glimmers of red lights,
and silent voices I hear, inviting some delights.
Not for some form of sexual pleasure,
but for what they call as dust treasures,
beyond euphoria it assures,
you’ll get in just some show of gestures.
Getting the hell out of the innocense,
and blowing the soul in it’s wildest sense,
upon celebration it shall also commence.
horrors of death come to those who shall experience.