The pale moon waneth night by night.
Making me feel pretty much desperate for some lambent light.
Ultimately leaving me alone.
Now even the moon is drowning in the veil of darkness.
Perhaps something brighter is awaiting?
Or perhaps it’ll be a dark moonless night.
Even yin has a white spot.
Then why not my life?
Why am I drowning in a pool of darkness.
Grab hold of my this streched hand, and swap me back to reality.
The only last hope.
Pull me out of this nightmare.
If only it is a nightmare.