Even the sun Dripping with fire Slowly dips Until there is no more Light The moon is but a reflection and with retraction of waves The skies pulls inward Dotted with past corpses But one did outshine them all And it does everyday But as he missed the moon He touched the stars And it hurt To be reminded of their state of being Trapped in a shell In a single sky Only watched by one Blind fool
The addict came back for more, and he got it again, and again, and again.