**** the silent moon,
and all it's stark white beauty,
and the thundering ghost train's,
crescendoing symphonies,
I am ever so angry,
At the effortless night,
for try, try,
and try as I might,
I will never be quite as still as the moon,
all of my lines well end far too soon,
and all will be lost to the effortless night
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
**** the silent moon,
and all it's stark white beauty,
and the thundering ghost train's,
crescendoing symphonies,
I am ever so angry,
At the effortless night,
for try, try,
and try as I might,
I will never be quite as still as the moon,
all of my lines well end far too soon,
and all will be lost to the effortless night
