Mar 2019
When the night comes and,
The moonlight hits my face,
I leave behind the ones I love,
Will they ever let me go?
I've been so cold,
And while I grow old,
I can feel it growing too,
Festering beneath the skin,
I think it just might win,
My resistance is wearing thin,
Soon, I feel myself...
Fading away...
Into the dead of night...
- Jay M
October 24th, 2018
The moonlight hits my face,
I leave behind the ones I love,
Will they ever let me go?
I've been so cold,
And while I grow old,
I can feel it growing too,
Festering beneath the skin,
I think it just might win,
My resistance is wearing thin,
Soon, I feel myself...
Fading away...
Into the dead of night...
- Jay M
October 24th, 2018
This one is a little odd, and I feel that I could have done better. I won't fix it though - this is exactly as I wrote it, and I will leave it as such.
