The blemished scars were eternal and the night was still gelid, I am such a miserable thing and the only thing I can attain making the same mistakes over and over again.Perhaps it was witless after all. And maybe only tears and sadness lie at the end of this uncertain path. My sorrows will still return in an instant, like the moon shown onto the surface once the clouds have vanished away.

So I close my eyes to deny the pain although my subconscious confirms its presence, I close my eyes to deny the denial but behind my eyelids I can still see, and It scorches itself into my retinas. If only you could feel the fire breathed into my lungs you’d know why the sun is afraid to shine

So I raise my torn hands to the night sky, the moon shines in its glory, concealed and calm, peace lies within the mind, becoming the perfect time to unwind. Although my heart is broken down into little words to dance around, I’m satisfied with the fireflies that whirl throughout the night sky.

There was every kind of poison circling through my body, trying to push it out of my veins, it wasn’t fair. Your secretive eyes constantly told such perfect lies, incredible they were. Filling that all-consuming void in my chest. My soul became weighed down by gravity, so here I last, longing for the stars.

Strong, the physical characteristic I thought I once was, But if all I saw was misery and suffering in others, I’d rather be flying high in the dark night sky than on the frigid and resistant ground.

There is nothing more to write about or to be spoken. The ashes are
carried into the darkened sky and I realise they are now one with the wind. Deep Down I realise what’s dead is dead and the ashes hold no comfort. So one day you will learn to appreciate the beauty of the moon because once everything’s burned down and the ashes have cooled, it will be still and quiet, perceiving that this place is now gone and there will nothing left, except the lovely and motionless moon.