LunaMoonBox

I find myself thinking about them,
My family and those who misbehave.
They are like a shinning gem
Stained with blood at which we gave.

My title is there for them to burst.
Each role is different for me and my kin.

Once a month I have a dream
Around the time my period would start.
It often has a horrendous theme 
That pinches and tears my wounded heart.

It often starts with an innocent mind,
Where I’m happy and living free,

If only she knew, as the sun stood ablaze,
The world she knew would disappear in the haze.
How long would she dream of water and land?
How long would she hope for an azure hand?

If only she knew of the dangers in toll,

My horns protrude out of my skull
A constant reminder of who I am. 
No matter how sharp, I file and dull
For those to see and give a damn.

Along the road of waning light
Shadows come in to bite me whole 

Tick-tock tick-tock

Time goes on and I can’t keep up
As my mind goes blank with that ticking clock.
God himself likes to wind it up
To make our lives always end with tock. 

Tick-tock tick-tock

The smell of dirt and pine is clear,
The birds and crickets sing evermore.
There’s no dread or sinking fear,
As I walk across the forest floor.

The dappled light dances for me,
With a choir of wind swaying the leaves.