The fingernail moon
Shinning through
my window
At night,
Brings light to my
dark and grotesque
Bedroom
As I lay awake thinking.
The junk I've collected
Makes great shaddows
on the walls
Of my room,
And the silhouettes
Of junk
Look like people arguing,
To me.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
The fingernail moon
Shinning through
my window
At night,
Brings light to my
dark and grotesque
Bedroom
As I lay awake thinking.
The junk I've collected
Makes great shaddows
on the walls
Of my room,
And the silhouettes
Of junk
Look like people arguing,
To me.
