Blood red moon, dark room
Voices scream, too soon
Darkness falls, mood flips
Anger rises, the gloom hits.
Dreams disturbed by bad thoughts
happiness collapsed, distraught, distrust
grinded halt, backwards,crushed, rotten feelings turned to dust
need to find a way forward.
Three words, truest lies
How much to despise, at our demise
hate thoughts, brings a void
only then a reward.
Thanks for reading.
Kyle
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