Blue Moon #BoOriginal #Sat 16 March 2024 2:40A.M.

"Blue Moon #BoOriginal #Sat 16 March 2024 2:40A.M. I am but a creature of the night, Living in a world of sad and fright, Where the stars are hidden and the future is bleak, The moonlight casts a sorrowful peak. The wind is moaning in a sad song, A dirge of our lives so long, Where there is no hope of a better tomorrow, And our minds are filled with quaking sorrow. The jungle is silent and the trees are still, Where even birds no longer trill, The darkness has taken over this place No sounds of joy, no trace. A deadly sense of dread and gloom, A heavy feeling like a tomb, Where the air is filled with a mist And nothing seems to move, like a stop sign It's a world of confusion and of pain, Where the truth is twisted and insane, Where we are all just feeling numb, A never-ending catharsis come. ©KhaultiSyahi"

 Blue Moon #BoOriginal
#Sat 16 March 2024
2:40A.M.
I am but a creature of the night,
Living in a world of sad and fright,
Where the stars are hidden and the future is
bleak,
The moonlight casts a sorrowful peak.
The wind is moaning in a sad song,
A dirge of our lives so long,
Where there is no hope of a better tomorrow,
And our minds are filled with quaking sorrow.
The jungle is silent and the trees are still,
Where even birds no longer trill,
The darkness has taken over this place
No sounds of joy, no trace.
A deadly sense of dread and gloom,
A heavy feeling like a tomb,
Where the air is filled with a mist
And nothing seems to move, like a stop sign
It's a world of confusion and of pain,
Where the truth is twisted and insane,
Where we are all just feeling numb,
A never-ending catharsis come.

©KhaultiSyahi

Blue Moon #BoOriginal #Sat 16 March 2024 2:40A.M. I am but a creature of the night, Living in a world of sad and fright, Where the stars are hidden and the future is bleak, The moonlight casts a sorrowful peak. The wind is moaning in a sad song, A dirge of our lives so long, Where there is no hope of a better tomorrow, And our minds are filled with quaking sorrow. The jungle is silent and the trees are still, Where even birds no longer trill, The darkness has taken over this place No sounds of joy, no trace. A deadly sense of dread and gloom, A heavy feeling like a tomb, Where the air is filled with a mist And nothing seems to move, like a stop sign It's a world of confusion and of pain, Where the truth is twisted and insane, Where we are all just feeling numb, A never-ending catharsis come. ©KhaultiSyahi

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