Disturbia

Broken windows

Shattered glass

Hell on earth, do you have to ask!

Night time creatures come out to play

moonlight fear has its way,

owls howl,

wolves growl,

cowards cower in the midnight hour

people run until the dawn sun

I am glad it’s over I hate the dark

But when shadows fall

and the cold moon glows bright

it will happen again in the night

waiting for the sun to rise

I’ll have to wait for the deathly haze to lift

and my loneliness not to disappear but to shift

away in the sun lit day.