Neon Nights

I can hear the rush of the trains,
Waking up the neighborhood that never sleeps.
Where the horns of cars,
Ironically calming the troubled hearts.

Neon lights flashing motels and cocktails,
Encouraging to indulge on hazy one night stands.
To maybe ease an inexplainable pain
That’s caught up in between tear ducts and throat.

Thinking if it will be a good idea
To go down on both knees and suckle on a forbidden fruit
Of a nameless person that promises
Only good time and bitter aftertaste.

However, my moral compass relentlessly restrains such morbid acts, 
Knowing it is nothing more than the fulfillment of lust. 
Having reached my conclusion, I remain on the 28th floor, 
Swallowing the gloom, drowning the noise in songs.

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