Barely visible
incomplete  
as if with starlight
he were to compete
I was admiring
the crescent moon
wondering what made him
so ****** loon
changing shape and size each night
with such faint white
what did he hope to ignite

But upon grave pondering I realised
that In misery in our disguise
our sights preferred
a darker night

In misery in our disguise
we all hid we all hide
true colours true light
from the worlds oblivious eyes

And In misery in our disguise
we all fume we all gloom
so why should be any different
the beautiful crescent moon

Standing inside a sand clock
It's raining sand grains
words once spoken will perish
promises once made will break
there is no evidence of our conversations
no proof of our accomplished state
this hideous state they call love  
It'll pass in a daze
thrive while it lasts
and sure hope it becomes your fate
but honey we're all dancing in oblivion
outside hells gates
while It's raining sand grains

Since you've been gone
The tangles in my hair are turning dreadlocks
and my legs have become much like the legs of my bed
And I lay their for hours on a stretch
thinking of you

Since you've been gone
I leave my curtains drawn
all is grey
I do not wish to know what time it is
for it is all the same
the light in the day holds your essence and the dark of the night yearns your presence

Since you've been gone
I've become rather withdrawn
From myself and others
I do not wish to be entertained by their stories
and do not wish to continue mine without your dialogue in our conversations
So I've dismissed myself from overt communications

And since you've been gone
I find my self stretching
to your side of the bed
and I stuffed your empty wardrobe with the books you've read
and my tea is poured in your favourite teacup
so that I can cover up the spaces you left
with the little space of me