Before the night sky

The following are actual sms messages between Window Guy and Doughnut Guy;

WG:
The night falls red
Be nice beneath this

DG:
Red of the night isn't red of the moon
Cometh what might les later nor soon

WG:
Reprecussions of your done days of young
just might fork your tongue

DG:
We all have closets dark and gritty
facing our demons all bent and unlikely

WG:
Demons and angels were once one of the same
and you've no choice but to agree, that was just lame

DG:
Choices are illusions we use as shields
lame it was cause i've had no meals

The whole fiasco above is actually an encoded message of sorts the following is a rough translation of what was going on;

The NIGHT falls red
Be nice benEATh this
WG : Eh tonight wanna go yamcha ?

Red of the NIGHT isn't red of the moon
COMEth what might les LATER nor soon
DG : Tonight ah ? Erm, ok come pick me up abit later, i'm too lazy to drive.

Reprecussions of your "done days of young"
just might FORK YOUr tongue
WG : WTF?! Old man already ah, can't drive ? FcuK you !

we ALL have CLOSEts dark and gritty
facin'G O'ur demons all bent an'D UN'likely
DG : Eh chill la, all the yamcha places in your are are all closed by then. So if you don't like to drive then don't go.

demons and angels were once one of the same
and you've no choice but to agree, that was just LAME
WG : That's a lame reason not to drive -.-"

*Note: Up to this point, hunger and boredom has reached a certain limit so messages now are less "encrypted" and are pretty much straight forward.

choices are illusions we use as shields
lame it was cause i've had NO MEALS
DG : Yeah la, I know. That's because i'm hungry.