Rio Calling #95

Life is taking a high toll,
I’m on a roll.

The moonlight is so weak,
I reach my peak.

My blackness kills,
It gives you the chills.


Rio Calling #95

This is a lot to take,
I’m afraid my heart’s going to break.

In fact, it’s a huge load.
I’m sleepless, I’m wondering the road.

My good old friends are far,
Where is my guiding star?