Behind The Drapes

All of us now,
Bent as we fall
To amorous light
We call out

Why are we so alone
Even with company?
If not the moon
will us guide
Will then the street light?

All of us now,
Breathe it like smoke
To know what it’s like
Breathing to choke

Well, for nine days
A small moth has
Tried to escape
Our bedrooms

Why are we so alone
Even with company?
We are the pray
For each day a striking distance