The moon scorns at me with her somber yet fervent eyes
She whispers words spoken by the forgotten angels in the stars
she knows of the darkness that surrounds my bitter heart
She hears my cries engulf the harsh silence of the night sky
Why Oh Why does she stare so blankly on
Standing idly by in the depths of my peril watching me decay.
The heavenly body of the night mocks my very existence.
She is full and bright surrounded by the darkness of the cosmos.
While I, surrounded by this same lightlessness, can only slowly perish.
How I wish to be the moon
To know the secrets of the smirking stars
and the ability to comprehend the will to live so endlessly and effortlessly.