A.N Hi! I decided to go with an eerie poem this time, so BEWARE it's sorta weird. Anyways, let's start!

The moons wearing her worried expression again.
My heart will skip ahead, as loud as alarms.
Alarms that wake us up from the sun, ready to cook us.
Like that stove in the corner, the one that only starts
after a death.
That horribly blue death with the blue coffin.
Blueish like the plastered clouds right now, on the skies dome.
Trapping us.
With the worried moon looking down on us.
What shall we do?

  A.N So That's it. My poem number two. If you need clarification feel free to ask me. Love, Sinead.