Too titred, so tired
By demonofthefall
The moon gradually Drifts into the sky
Sucking the light up bit by bit
While The time turns with, ticks and tocks
And the darkness has no place to hide
I try to sink into a sweet lullaby
But my mind Demurs and delays
The thoughts circle round
Like a radio hit
I toss and turn
But feel comfortable in this place
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© 2008 demonofthefall
Published on Thursday, June 26, 2008.
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