The birds whistle away Tweeting favourite lullabies. The sun has transformed Oranging, From her brilliant yellow hue. She vanished, Hiding in her room.
The day Which once posed In bright neon shades Of noon, Has tasted the shadows Of the moon.
A slice of the moon Flaunts herself In the naked, neutral dark skies. The earth rages queerly. VomittingΒ Β a warning sign.
My mind dabbles In its ignorant guessing As I gaze upon The uncertain skies.
I feel like a meteor Might fall to the earth Tonight.
Sometimes I feel like I can predict the next minute but it turns out I am not always right.