Canyon Moon

This night,

A shadowed silhouette,

From my Canyon Moon,

I dream of me,

This dream so fast,

Yet so is my heart,

My frozen tears,

Like icicles,

Bleed from my eyes,

The Volcanoe,

Is ready to erupt,

Volatile in my dream,

Vividley I scent the eruption,

A subliminal message,

I am ready to concave,

See me run,

From my sealed fate,

Dressed in an expensive gown,

The hunter stalks the prey,

Every night and every day,

Waiting in solitude,

For one simple mistake,

Then it will all be too late,

The vision,

Crawling on my mental walls,

I’m planting thoughts within my ear,

I shall listen no more,

If I could reach,

Deep inside my dream,

And grasp and strangle,

That inevitable terrible scream.