white hazy nights make the days worth the fight,

under the moons cold light i feel warm but appear white,

Sinking silently towards that comforting light,

Knowing no fear for my last night,

I let the night take my life,

Cold once more I’m forced to fight,

Guided by deceiving Sunlight,

Until the day my blood and love loose their fight,

I can never choose to take flight,

Just keep afloat with a sweet toke,

wings left to soak might avoid the rope,

watching as that fades in a cloud of smoke,

In the shadow.. I pack the next.