Sleep when you must
For the night is not kind.
Its stars shine not on me,
Or you, or anyone awake at night.
Hopefully told stories are lies
And all the cheerful melodies
Are composed by imposters.
Be not fooled by the daylight
For those who were birthed purified
Played foul
Just like you
And just like me.
You... and I,
We must be purified
On a night like this.
A truthful night, if ever be,
Should be the end of you... and me.
