HOWL AT THE MOON.
9/24/2011
Mark me like the wolf;
I am your deception.
Dreaming in red and gold,
Waking in hallucinations.
Can I cry for your attention?
Do I lie of my conception?
When the day dies,
I am the one that holds me.
And never again to run.
© BLAYKE MORROW, 2011
