Waning quarter
Even mending my way
I’ll have difficult times
Diagnosed
As light as a feather
I’ll fly to your nest
Deviated
'Cause from afar I felt
shivers in their spines
Supposing that
You’re listening serenades
We sing to ask
For some protection
From the witlessness of me
Unexpected
Waning quarter
Representing my angst
my wish to recline
Lazyness
Sleeping is not always
The rightest way to rest
Deviation
Butterflies in flames
Through the entrances of time
Rival thoughts
So useful for this moment
2 times I instill
To you to protect me
From the witlessness of me
Can’t you see us
While we bleed?