curbdrop out of grace

pink moon

pink moon is on it's way,
don't know the time of day,
only know i am afriad,
to face myself so i run away,
and wait, wait it out,
for now,
but it's late, and i hate,
how i anticipate,
i clench ready for my fate,
tired but wide awake,
starring in a daze,
now in a feverishly haze,
all that i create,
mess left in my wake,
wondering what it will take,
wondering what it would take,
to stop it,
so stop it,
before it overtakes me,
oh no,
it's too late.

posted by fillshe @ 1:41 AM