was
on the evening
of the harvest moon
neurotic tensions
whirling
everything just
stirring
dreams as visions
come without sleep
and i fall deep
into a cesspool of
cerebration
and the grisly truth
that accompanies
thankful that only
the coyotes may hear
the loud cries
of a broken woman
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
was
on the evening
of the harvest moon
neurotic tensions
whirling
everything just
stirring
dreams as visions
come without sleep
and i fall deep
into a cesspool of
cerebration
and the grisly truth
that accompanies
thankful that only
the coyotes may hear
the loud cries
of a broken woman
