Midnight sun, you hold the gun.
the night plays out in your favor
and in your wake
for gods sake you shoot the helpless neighbors
then you continue to terrorize the town
in hopes of becoming the savior
you drop to your knees and say a plea
but no one can save you from morning
YOU ARE READING
Take Apart My Head.
PoetryMy mind is full, so I release it on paper to empty my thoughts.