Humans are strange indeed.
They dance with you when the music is on
But leave you stranded when the wild jungle roars.
Not a ship will stop by to rescue your starving soul
Not letter written to the bored.
How friendly they seem when the moonlight shines
But shapeshifts to monsters under the moonless sky.
How words are moulded into inhuman fights
How griefs are transformed into heartless crimes.
Strange how innocent they are born
With round eyes and giggling smile.
Little munchkins growing up to be ruthless monsters,
Eating hearts and stealing white spirit in jars.