poesie

hunter

howling closer to the moon
won't bring the answers you seek

treading closer to your doom
is just a way to feel the sting

careful, now, old hound
you know these streets are
wet with blood-red tears

quiet, now, old hound
you know these walls are
creaking under your fears

you seek and seek and dare
to say a dream's a dream

you seek and you despair
a nightmare's what you're in