blackness behind my eyes,
inconsolable beneath dark skies.
stars fight to be able to rise
next to the most obvious lies,
and the sadness of loosening ties
takes hold when my voice dies.
the moon may have lower highs
but what she lacks in size
she makes up for in allies.
now everyone refuses to compromise
the clock ticks its surprise
this downhill tumble won’t beat sunrise.
all know that looking into the sun is unwise
so lets go back and revise
what would have been our demise.