1:16 A.M.

Cosmic sun powers illuminate bloodflowers

Seeing can be strangely charming.

The moon shift tides making me blind to the hours no timing

I see what’s up, it’s alarming ship out my worries.

Too Late.

Come in to vandalize your party and I spit without warning, hey

I told you what was at stake

While they dip, hide and wish me away

Anger surges in a fashionable display

My wrath will ease the way