the ever changing moon
and the forever distant stars
safely miles away
from the corruption
in my soul
ha.
if i had one left, that is.
Burn, stars, burn
and i'd ask for you to
burn me as well.
But away you fly from me
always away
Sun, closest, is worst of all
so very close
and yet so gods damned
far
not killing me, but making
me live
punishment enough
making me
carry this broken dead heart
in a body
empty of a soul
i no longer laugh
and cannot find escape through tears
blasted sorrow
go back to your moon
and leave me
alone