Admittedly this post has been written a year ago, but to keep this sleepy blog alive, here it goes:
The Moon is ageing in descent
Withering from a full circle into a undying crescent
The night is borne old and fangled
Rising, as the day eats into the night mangled
Stealing the dearth of the dark, dreamily
I lay awake breathing life into me icily
Every waking moment full of treason
Within, I search for an eluding reason.
Ex Oh
W.W
P.S: Thank you to everyone who reminded me of the blog ! I tend to drift away sometimes !
