It’s the break of dawn

and  I sit in my window,

watching the starlight fade.

It fades away in to the light,

mimicking dues now paid.

I am free behind this smoke,

as; the hash burns slow.

I remember the dawn,

I opened my eyes,

to your afterglow.

The night, which now, plagues my days,

I wish for this morning to break.

I sit in my window and watch the light

and think of the smiles I’ve faked.

My life she goes screaming by

as I;  stop and stare.

She gives me her breath

on days I die,

my Luciferian pair.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar