High in the night sky, the crying moon describes
A forgotten and lonely past.
Dotted with anger and splashed with sentiment.
Now embracing your rising caste.
Here is your swan song
Cut your desires and spit at their feet.
You'll never see this through.
Moments admired by selfish defeat, for far too long.
Though the earth shudders at it own waves,
Inescapable.
Relentlessly beating in vigor with empty shells of fate.
But remember you will not last
I too have chased the stars
To escape a forgotten and lonely past.
However you hear this, I fare thee well to the end
But your demons, they will outlast