One scary truth under the stars
No more than shadows, under the dark
More like burnt trees within the old cabins
One old fellow that lives only for the moon
Not for the bright sky
Only for fire
The dog can become dark within the leaves
The smell like maybe some of us are broken
But some of us are better at hiding
Smoke, on a open moon
You were once blind with the dark wolves
Like your feelings were once one another, black and gone.