Moon
bright, sliver...

Little and strong with many kin,
building and sneaking...

If I say I'm fine
do you believe me...

Lonely, for I had someone a week ago
lost, since I don't know where to go...

Is there no one out there for me?
i have the lock, but who has the key...

I know that your there
i can feel you breath...

In the few weeks you have
We will all fear...

A breath of hot air,
Slice of a blade...

In the forest,
deep inside it's core...

You are a handful,
with a silly mind...

Bleeding from the outside in,
of crazy thoughts and sanities...

Push it away
comes right back...