Midday Moon
Midday moon
Come to soon
I fight so hard
To run
Nightlight gloom
No more room
Why can’t I see
The sun
Carelessness a piece
Of our jigsaw soul
Murder on the street
A norm often told
River of blood
No one sees
Burns foundations
Shakes the knees
Moonlight fire
Melt the brain
Murdering liars
Delivering pain
Provoked I find
The good man
I regret my kind
Bloody hand
Midday moon
Come to soon
I fight so hard
No more
Copyright © Justin Street | Year Posted 2010
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