the moon

Come on

Death is at hand.

Don't be scared,

Their fates at hand.

My life

Is as dark as the moon.

Maching, I guess,

My mood.

As the moons darken,

I seem to mach it.

My heart broken,

It worsens as I watch.

All light blocked,

All hope lost.

Could it get worse,

or is this the start?

Will I be forgotten

Or will I be forgiven?

My mind screams

For me to awake

From this nightmare,

But I know I never will.

Life is here

But it is also gone.

Why waste

Your time here?

With me,

The pointless.

The hopless?

Why are we here,

On this earth?

The one that,

Blocks light to the moon?