The sky was blood red
From the stars bleeding heart
The weeping of the moon
Left a mist in the midnights air

My soul - the moon
Had melted that night
Turning a once blue sky,
To a now, deep shade of red
The once happy sunshine filled sky
Was now darkened, from one heart
Broken, with despise

The sky hid inside
The cloud filled tear
As our only wish,  
relied on a single star
A dream to last only until
Its final destination burning out
Of falling  to ground
Never to be thought of again.

A soulful thought,
With a hopeful beat
Once makes a stand
Now forced to take a seat
Once a star
Now just another color
Blending into the deep sky
Setting back
more with each glimpse
Until finally it has faded
To nothing.

The sky wore purple bruises
Trying to mask the violence
Taking out on a un protected soul
Covered in pain
Lashed in lies,
To be looked upon
Or thought of
Never the same
-again

I weep like the willow
As I sit here staring at her grave
Rope burns in my mind
Her swinging body
Lifeless I would find.