The pale moon smiling down
The trees dancing tango with the wind
The icy ground biting my back
The shivers whispering for me to open my eyes
Love is a cruel thing
It makes the darkness seem so inviting
The night, enveloping day
The curio of how people thrive
Given the hurt that touches everyone's heart
Love is so mundane
The night wraps me up
Being my gauze
Preventing the blood from hugging the ground
Too much untimely beauty in the portrait of the world
For death to invite me so.