April 9, 2014 3:31 p.m.
Tonight I killed the moon
And the stars cowered in corners of the skies in mourning
The tears shed waiting for the sun which soon makes dried
As it rises to greet a bleak morning.
They are not the same
These stars and the moon so black
It’s not the owl’s doomed hoot that is to blame
For hearts that went all black and dark.
Back to a nonexistent past
A past of void and loud emptiness
An emptiness which soon became distant memory past
A past which locked up the present in hateful loneliness.
But, those were memories under these skies and moon
Better nights had been spent dreaming
Of futures fruitless and already doomed
Mocked by the moon and stars with a knowing grin.
Tonight, I killed the moon
And left the stars to pity and mourn
The black bloody burden I carry around in my heart
As I turned my back against them and walked into the crying night.