when i waited for the moon
and i waited for hours
and i wondered why
why she didn't show
the sky was clear
so clear the stars provided enough light to keep our dim hearts alive
alive for a few more hours

so we waited
we grew impatient
they questioned my consistent need for the moon
they wondered why,
why i cared so much
about a white ball in the sky

i told them about luna lovegood
how she resembled every layer of the person i am
how i felt as though we were soul sisters,
although luna was nothing but a product of imagination
but essentially, so was i

i told stories of my nights on the roof
explained that when my mind went wild at 3 am,
i'd open my window and lay out atop the roof of my house
i found solitude in the serene aura
radiating from the still, cool glow coming from lightyears away
meeting me, out of all people
when i needed it most

i resemble the moon
the sunshine never did it for me
i, like the moon, live in the dark
but shine light on whomever needs it
i, like the moon, have craters in my soul
empty parts of me, beautiful nothingness
maybe moon dust runs through my veins and maybe
my soul lays partly in the atmosphere
surrounding our lunar companion
unintentionally ******* the life out of anyone who shows up unprotected
a bit like i do on earth

they didn't understand
so i waited alone
hope slowly seeping out through my pores
leaving me desperate
suffocating

it wasn't until the orange ball of not-fire
rose against the black night
that i witnessed something i'd never seen before
glowing, beaming in the sky
came a red moon

and i was reminded then,
as relief spread through every vein in my body
that life brings you joy when you least expect it
and as always, the universe doubles our expectations

They use your fears
like I used
the ******,the Whisky
and the times alone.

The less you care the
less there is to fear.

The more I used
the less I thought,
the better I slept,
the more I lost.

I was too far gone to
properly mourn
Winehouse.

And I was too angry and
aware to fall for
that foolish promise
of change and hope.

They took the S away
from the
Gods and left you
with only
one alternative.

They pray to Serpents
and you call them saviors.
I wear tattooed images
that prove my awareness.

Add an S to your
laughter and I'll present
you with the Slaughter.

I'm free of the Dragon
and more aware
than ever.

It's the arrangement we
are all apart of but so few
really know.

The pillars need to
crumble for us
to start anew.

I'll be the first to light
the fire take my
place within
the flames.

Whisper sincere goodbyes
to cherished friends
and vengeful enemies.

Then curse the
wicked Watchers
as they stare and
watch us burn.