Bereft of Refuge

It's not where I have all my decorations hanging or music twanging? I think I prefer the quiet of Nite, out past the campfire lite. Where there's scary things that bite, I feel like it wears out after a while. When you've been walking for miles and miles. It must be renewed from time to time, whether a gift you put on a shelf or you have to make some for yourself. Everyone deserves some I believe. I hope you got the nerve, get ready to receive. Now I'm used to Going in the dark, don't worry about me. I'm stealthy as a shark. Drawn death in sharp. Dynamos down. Look at all those silly clowns. Beautiful faces swirling all around so many horrible places, you'd think it wouldn't be found. Sing it real loud, let them hear this sound whether they are battered or bound.

Don’t think you're alone in the hopeless recess, don't be put down resist. Until the light of the moon reflexes. Realize your whole each wave that crests and vexes bursts in abreast held in till greatest depths. Waves within. Some crushed quietly in that darkness. The moon light that shines from the center of that inky ether above me is itself a reflection of the furnace that burns at the pressure in depths own shadow. Burning all the oil that flows from the so many cracks in humanities shattered hearts fueling the very light that breaks the night to condole. My blood burns hottest when it flows amongst tears of a kind. What gets me thru is the knowing I've got the best friends thru and true knowing I've got you!