I heard someone crying but I was a ghost.

I sat and watched them.

I couldn't understand what it was about.

The trees standing around
Were just as eerie at night
As in broad daylight

Pieces of me falling off:
Flaking skin
Bits of bone
Nervous slop

I wonder what it's all about

...

The moon cuts into your sky like a vanilla flavored razor
Wrapping your ******* blanket of warm sugar saliva and blood
Like a balmy breeze,
Blowing over a dead body
That wants feeling but can't rejuvenate

But hold a babe to this sugar moon at the right angle--
A saccharine disc atop such decadent confections,
Or a drug wafer melting in the glass of Bacchus
Who was engaged in vibrant conversation with my own friend Apollo
All of these pleasantries
Rest assured, were meant to be

...

I'm sorry but your tears reminded me of my own
When they ran over scars from the moon nobody could understand
And I cried because I'm not a millionaire
& I'm scared
I'm scared
Because moon tears
Don't exist