You're not alone
Just disconnected
By your own fears
To be accepted
A misanthrope
Cold
Like a mistletoe
No kisses though
Thin like whispers
Cold
Like Christmas snow

The moon shines eclipsed
By the pretty grey clouds
But what matters
The moonlight
Or the shine that bounce of the grey clouds
As the city sleeps
No sound
Just hounds
Howling
For a prey
Never found
Never felt ...