For many,
night is a sanctuary
Stars drift by with a passing glance
constellations beautify in their dance
so boys and girls
can wander, dream, and follow in trance
But night for me is a massacre
The angry judgement of the moonlight
drags the forgotten corpses, decay, and dread into sight
Looking up, my eyes are drowned in white fire
melting whats left
of me
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 11:38 PM UTC
For many,
night is a sanctuary
Stars drift by with a passing glance
constellations beautify in their dance
so boys and girls
can wander, dream, and follow in trance
But night for me is a massacre
The angry judgement of the moonlight
drags the forgotten corpses, decay, and dread into sight
Looking up, my eyes are drowned in white fire
melting whats left
of me
