Cioben

Type fast illusion
this light that shines into me
is from days ago
whe nthe grass
was hard as clay
and the moonlight an illusion
playing on my heart
deception, the wolf
it stares
draws closer with eyes
that pull on my soul
like little fingers
remembering when everything was simple
when my heart broke
and became what it is today
the sunlight so bright
too bright
showing me the tomorrow
i never wanted to believe in