zero to moonrise.

zero to moonrise,
calculating demise,
time inhibits and won't suffice.

he won't be outside if he thinks it's right.
and change
isn't there for he can always afford what he can't buy.

how can you hate,
and how can you not hate; this silence is golden.
and to scream inside you can call him your friend,
where does it end?.

for them all to rue, that their sleep will forever bite.
they don't have anything,
and grasp for something;
it means to hurt is to feel.

i wish them as they are
only ghosts among themselves.