Tonight the moon well be sweet,
laughing to all your regrets.
it tells that your never enough,
forgotten like those shafts.
Fear dances on the dark,
your mind loses the sparks.
say Hi to Mr. Death,
its waving his scythe.
For you believe on mistakes,
you trusted on fakes.
Your on shame,
you've lost in your own game,
it removes your dominant name.
©zedek
Z