Ickle Moonlight

Under the ickle moonlight, slack beyond

Far from dreams, far from strong

I write surreal, to the dying stars

Inside so fazed, to the outside so calm

Lost in delusions, hanging in infinity

Clouded minds hate reality

I clench Belladonna, is that the solution?

Yet I wait till dawn, no thoughts on vitality

The moon slithers down as the sun ascends

Grabs the throne, makes the amends

I take no notice, of the surroundings so eerie

Till the first ray captures my attention

I get up, throw the berries to capsize

A new feeling drowns me, I let out a sigh

I go back to the place where I once belonged

As the shadows seize the place I once lied.