Moonlight walkings can cause the mind to think,

To think of anything and everything -- an eventual beauty that sinks,

Into depths of the untamed, the mind is like a monster that can never be retained

I read her lips that spoke no sins, her perfection in the high skies,

Her faith resting upon the clouds and her fate slowly slipping away

No one can save you, the damage is done..

It's kind of funny when those who spoke of light fall into the dark,

While I, myself, have been waiting in the shadows to only be plagued again,

There is no spark, there is no light, there is only my thoughts and what's left of my mind

She screamed at me with such anger I could not protest,

I understood her means and instead unwrapped the layers of myself in dread,

Grasping her neck as I shook her through and through,

She only gasped out that nothing can burn anew

With her rancid lips and weary heart,

She stabbed my innocence, screaming love can't easily be erased or fall apart

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Time: 11:41 PM. Insomnia once again visits me, and I welcome it with open arms. I've been working on my new story for a while now, and I'm up to 16 pages.. I just started writing it today.