im haunted by another harvest moon
the ceiling falls and rooms walls rock
and im sure it gets much more eerie soon
i see things melt like dalis clock...
And there seems no way at all to quit
But I don't care cause I wait no more,
My thought's like horses that are given flicks
As you can't help but open my old sore..
I don't even know should I hide or maybe run
Such powerful feeling so I cannot restrain
What's happenin'? All the things are coming undone!
Oh, it's bright light of morning but my fears are remain.
I think it will be a great poem, won't it?