His feelings changing with the currents,
Grasping for the next honeymoon phase, gliding with no destination in sight,
Entering lives in a revolving door, hoping for acceptance,
Watching as the moon draws in closer,
Beckoning to unleash the beast,
Begging the sun for forgiveness, for taking the moons temptations,
Taking in the smoke filled air, detaching from the pain,
The numbness reaching out, crushing all hope.

© Vieria&