Darkly Dreaming

Hot moon, you can call on me, I may not be a sailor but I can still see. My eyes that pry, should it be unburdened?, what a cruel atmosphere you bring. Creepy the shadow, that you alluminate, but there are still secretes whispered unable to hear from these human ears.

The slumber that haunts, a head turner. The sleep that never walks just doomed in this mess, alone. Oh red moon that the clouds cover boldly, can you show me things I dont know, make me feel emotions like I had before. I really dont think so.

Am I awake, or darkly dreaming....