When The Sun Goes Down

The whisper you hear is the woman in the moon
Her skin caresses you like the summer heat
She hides herself in a gown made of curtains
And her eyes peer through the window as she watches you sleep

She stares at the photographs that grace your wall
She fixates her eyes on the girl standing next to you
Her blood and pain seeps through the time-stained wallpaper
But you're safe now, until the sun goes down