Seeing the moon so high made everything look small,
But from the cliff she could see it all,
one dead oak tree standing tall
They had all left, the family was gone,
there were no friends to speak of,
she hung there alone in the silence,
in front of the beautiful moon lit sky,
She saw the beauty in everything,
but herself
the night was dark and the moon was high,
lighting up the sky shining upon the lifeless body,
In the hanging tree

If you knew what lies deep inside the mind of those you see,
would you still keep them company,
for what you may truly find,
inside their soul are secrets they will forever hide,
beneath the dirt, among the worms
are things buried deep inside,
consumed by darkness they will hide,
once you see the darkness will you try to find the light,
or will you try to escape with all your might,
because you found the worst in me,
now you see where I truly hide,
behind the poker face full of lies    
your harsh words chew at me,
as you wash your hands clean
is it really that obscene
that i can see in between the lines you weave
all the lies you keep telling me

I am from sleepless nights,
From the daily struggles,
I am from places none shall wonder,
From fear of what may lie,
I am from the pen and ink,
From the thoughts they think,
I am from a place unknown,
From the dark truth,
I am from many worlds and many times full of epic battles and dramatic deaths,
From thy nose being buried in a book,
For most shall hide from the darkness that lies inside

No one is present in this peaceful and quiet place

The pale blue sky reflects off the morning dew

A large open space where many rests

With the morning horizon shining upon them sowing the beauty

So many untold stories that may never be heard

Flowers and gifts placed where they rest in memory

Some shall wish for them to return

Many animals come and dwell in this quiet place

Time flies by when you look at the sky, which sometimes causes to wonder why

Some grieve, others pay their respects, but all have known the same pain

You can smell the fresh flowers on the newly passed

Each place was like the other but was never the same

Some visit with anger in their hearts which soon turns to grief

For each residence shall never leave for their slumber may last forever