In my grave


When my planet ceases to be
and my bright stars dim
That day
That night
My moon will cry for me

I had cast my soul away
and roamed the earth for someone else to dwell in

Like a ghost
Yes, it will cry I think
Over my frail, empty shell held together by lies
And the moon will cry because of that utter misery.

And now that I am lying here
the tears of the moon trickle down my face

And join my own tears
but I don’t wipe them away
I gulp them
and cry
in my grave.