Blame It On The Moon Poem by neo riddick

Things are just a mess. the world as we know it is under absolute distress
which gun is stronger. which is just not
high end this, high end that
mood swings horrid enough to melt the mind
blame it on the moon
nobody hears, nobody stays
no one can comprehend the complexities of a woman scorn
so very numb to all the pain that would overwhelm most
blame it on the moon
a lack of patience. just building a quiet tolerance
physically weak, but emotionally aware
a great deal of effort to listen to pathetic feelings
just falls on these deaf ears
blame it on the moon
winds blowing & whistling so hard and loud
the only noise that triggers the sense that Care's
other than that it's all just unnecessary babbling
blame it on the moon
never lose sight. this is the way it is meant to be
cutting, starving, tolerance, and an uncertain feeling of an uncertain future
blame it on the moon