It's been awhile since I tossed some lines,
Breathless nights create the silence.
Wanna know what I so please?
Open the book and you will see.
No matter the hour I can inspire,
And truth is deadly in the last hour.
My motion is waning the thoughts are perspiring,
Dark nights are washed by Satan's howl.
Sheep among men is the great riddle,
Join me on this quest to paradise.
Act 2
Mornings are glorious but sleep is precious,
Why are the nights full of pearl necklace?
No need to trip the warning is waxing,
Bottoms up is all that's cracking.
Matter over money said the mime,
But lions roar monstrously against time.
Madness I pray thee, please stop yelling,
I kicked you out the coward is whispering.
Shadows appear against the light,
as vanishing vines wallow insight.
You shall not pass said the Crow to the Man,
But Goblins and Witches prepare for nights stand.
"Across the alley lies the man that never was" ~ Mog E. Fretta
~ Mercy
