Midnight Rumor

Dark whispers, Trough their, Lip-gloss smiles, And mascara eyes. I can feel, The words gleaming, In silver dancing, Moonbeams... I'm the midnight rumor, You can see it in the moon. I'm in every nook and corner, My name is all around. It's terrible, And cruel, None of it, Is true... The words are, Sickening. My head is, Burning. The background music, Is deafining. The wicked setting, Is cunning. I'm the midnight rumor, In the moon's spotlight. This is pure torture, Planned in the night. The cutting-edged sight, Of those wild beasts, Is blinding. It's blade-edged noise, Is sharpening. I'm the midnight rumor, Dealing with the cruel. Life taking assumers, Are starring me; The midnight rumor...