I just wrote this after staring at the moon probably a little too long!.!.!.
The Dark Side of the Moon
The dark side of the moon is calling me
whispering things in my ear!.
telling me of old melancholy,
of dispute, disease and fear!.
Now i know why the wolfs cry to the moon,
this invasion of your head!.
Old and mysterious,
a book yet to be fully read!.
so now even i cry to to the moon,
every night!.
Trying to get free this pestilence,
away from this fright!.
People think i'm crazy,
maybe i am!.
locked up in an asylum,
but innocent as a lamb!.
Can't you see!?
In times like this logic is of no use,
only a poor,
folly ridden excuse!.
So i'll rot in a straight jacket,
my knowledge of no use,
while you'll sleep well at night,
peaceful with excuse!.
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