Epos Of A Prostitute

Every night I kill my own shadow
With all the paleness of the streetlights,
The hungry nights follow me.
Lamp,darkness and lamp..
Friends of my serenity!
They say I am ugly,but
Who does not know,
Of how many unsatisfied souls
Am I the night queen!
Nights tear me into flesh,
Loneliness sucks my blood,
Darkness stabs my soul..
Stranger to me is the shadow of my own..
Yet,like a phoenix I rise
At the death of each night,
To light the lamp of my hut
For another thousand nights..