Wolves/ Star Crossed Oceans/ Ghost
Wolves Those eyes become lights in the dark Like spotlights to the maniacal stark The alley is dark tonight, nobody seems to care I can stretch and laugh into the air The clock strikes at the witching hour The dark angel spreads his wings with a glower The dark sky is still colorful in part Melancholy art is still art We deny the hours we would normally sleep Our eyes shutting as twilight starts to creep The sun sets with systematic eyes Shrouding blankets over self lies But the wolves lay awake in their beds of pine Ready to roam the dark in packs of 9 They hunt all night for the children, hearts crumbled and messed One single bite and they'll be like the rest The wild children change to wolves and march for the sun Spreading the darkness where they know and they run Th
- Writer
