• What is it?
    the dark night that keeps silent and sweeps away the moon,
    the secrets that haunt the sky and bleed sorrow,

    How does it feel?
    does the silence make it better to hear the impending call of obscure laughter,
    does darkness steal the air away as you make a mistake,

    Weak am I,
    I steal my freedom,
    I take my feelings and toss them aside,

    Weak have I become,
    as I spend my days thinking of consequences,
    as I wreak problems for myself I become careless,

    I want to feel the darkness lift and call the wind to care for me as I make my life and take it's road to the cool water of insanity.