For moments I find insanity.
Short tempered.
Where’s the damn moon?
No shine in my universe.
Stars hide behind the fog.
Swept away under the porch.
Damned hornets.
Counterfeit.
Thieving animals.
Everyone’s a suspect.
Scream out loud.
Howling into the night air.
Reputation blows.
Creeping by with hidden intentions.
Who the hell needs anything but interruptions?
Liar liar, I saw your truth.
My mind is cluttered.
Who judges mood?
Death falls around me.
Air is thick.
Pain runs through the veins of past influences.
Come to me when you have shattered.
Leave me when you are repaired.
It’s the story of my life.
Loneliness is setting in.
-Soul of Aly
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