Morose Nights

Morose nights are felt alone
Delve into reluctant temptations
A sweet cherry burns sour over time

Miss Cherie, my haunting enticement
Commandeer this exhausted vessel
This lonely journey is far too long

So, where is this promised oasis?
A sea of sand sears eyes that seek
Perhaps I have drowned in sand quicker than I

Maybe deformed wings slow the wit
Positivity doesn't light broken bulbs
The dim attract moths, its own kind.