In the black of eye
The darkness caked with rye
A silver tongue visonary of reciprocating thought beams back and forth understanding
The cold orb in the sky
Uncle moon sees me for what I are
A lost plebe in the night, contemplating self-ishly, a half assed donkey with no legs and psuedo sense of self
He cares not, and no longer reciprocates my thought
Staring in absolute disgust as I wittle away his legacy
Falling away silently, I make my retreat
Face numbed, lips loose, eyes packed up and bagged
Sleep now and forever hold a piece of my sanity, for here comes the unforgiving sun
