the sun pays no attention to the burning heat
and the moon couldn't care less to the dark and cold nights that should be spent on sleeping and dreaming.
but as the days twist and turn
i can see where land and sky meet:
on the horizon where everyone lay dead.

twist and turn it again and you'll see yourself in a blurred mess from then
in the same hollowed out face to full.

twist and turn once more:
and you won't like what you see