The moon is awfully red tonight,

I think it bleeds-

as I do.

with this world and pain,

both of us are through.

This dark night,

just doesn’t seem to end,

where breaking and being broken seem to be the trend.

Everyone is a fiend,

No one, a friend.

Well not to complain,

but that is- the trend.

The story of the night is,

Either use or be used,

Either bruise or be bruised.

Doesn’t this seem like the work of a fool?

So tell me why do we go around labelling it as cool?

Well, the moon’s going down,

I guess it’s tired of the habits, of this town.