Artie

When you see the moon creep , between stars white and clear, I only hear alarm bleeps, before any whispered sigh, am working with a bombardier, who brings me to this night, I've fallen in too deep, to remember previous tears, what lies beside the reap, regular as the five and dime, darkness occludes our gear, a knife's sparkly birth right, these walls bring alive, what I bought so dear, dance of demons would wonder why, the cool evening night, bereft of drama or lonely pier, comes when a wrong's put right, see the road with inner peace, I'll live or die from here, wine isn't cheap, but takes away the fear.