Guide your children oh moon
Keep them safe
Comply with thy boon
The dark they fear
Searching frantically for the peace that once was here
Oh moon! Do you hear their cries?
The lamposts flirts with pretty lies
Don't let them come for me
Flood thy lights and extinguish this misery
YOU ARE READING
A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoesíaNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
