Or else I'll ****** the clouds. And I'll do it at night, so the suns not there to witness. The moon is too tired, so she'll just look away. Not that she'd care.
Did you know she's evil? The moon I mean.
She's calm, and dark, and seductive, But it's all just a trap.
You know, she leads the sun to suicide every night. And she watches. Can't you see her over there, lying faint in the evening sky as he slowly fades off?
But he comes back every morning. Unable to escape his torturous immortal fate. So she just hides and plots her next attempt to lead the sun to his destruction yet again,
And maybe you to yours for the first time.
“Kaye: You know what the sun looks like? Janet: No, What? Kaye: Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water. Janet: That's gross, Kaye. Kaye: And the moon is just watching. She's just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.” -Quote from Tithe by Holly Black
Blast from the past. I wrote this over a decade ago when I was 15, after finding this quote. For some melodramatic reason, I felt like the words had shot straight to my soul.