The Night

The silver lining of the moon’s glow, is where the secret lies,
Perception filters devoured as your soul succumbs to the depth of the night
The line defining love and lust is lost in the midst of the bleak air.
Whilst screams of morality echo in my ear.
Faint, pale echoes, as if they died with the rays of the sun.

A dark heart, a dark night.
Morality is shunned

-Deborah Somoye