Nighttime surrounds the glowing ember of the moon and I watch the luminescent ember while my hands roam the grass searching a million fingers for tiny creatures. A tear rolls along the highway of my face, my eyes maddened, staring with rage. Memories spill over my vision, like an lsd adventure gone wrong. My ears start to play a song of melancholy, breath and heart playing the drums, providing beat. I can feel the heat of hate, knowing revenge comes when I least suspect it. Sugar love can't cool this fire. I stand balancing upon piano wire, strumming my love and hate into the dark air, peace nonexistent. Lips whisper to the moon: "I know why you come only at night, to light my dark roads.."