Dear Moon,
million dreams are keeping me wide awake.

So
many
          people
                     are dying right now.


And you want me to make you ******* dinner.

I'll throw tacks in your casserole tonight, so you choke and become one of the dying.

I hope your casket is to your liking at least.

You're just a beautiful dream
to me
Purple butterflies
were dancing in the sky
Through the sun set
and the moon rise
We looked into each other's eyes
And kissed
"Finally" my mind voiced
In a state of overwhelming bliss
Finally, finally
Finally
I thought I have to tell my sister
Then my phone started to ring
I woke up
Dreams like that
make reality sting.