I feel dead inside, as if someone put their hands inside my soul and

ripped it from me whole. You took everything and left nothing in
return. I want my life back, I want to breathe again, I want to feel

alive again. I've been dead since you left. Now tell me beautiful

tragedy, if I look to the sky, and the bare moon does not cry your
absence inside these four walls, then who will mourn your loss.

Who will break down inside and write your name in the still of

the night, with nightmares made of stars, if not me, then who.

*Sandoval