quiet night

a poem

its a cold night
the moon is white
im walking down a hall
holing on to a wall

i see the stars
i even see mars
i hear a crack
the sky is so black

these ruins remain
all throughout the pain
and through the years
they stand our tears

though i will never cry
not one more time
not till i die

Author's Note

how do you like it? yes its suppose to make no sense, that kinda the point!