Bonne Nuit

Goodnight
To the voices which became
The berceuse that sent me to sleep

Goodnight
To the voices which whispered
Agony that kept me awake

Goodnight
To the dried up scars on my thighs
That painted my limbs like an abstract

Goodnight
To my two drained pools of lies
That witnessed artifices and fakery

Goodnight
To my broken heart that cracked
In the midst of amity and lust

Goodnight
To my dreams and goals that will
Be buried morrow.