Deserters A Day As The Moon
Suddenly, I am awake. I see the earth from outer space. I
feel the warmth
of the sun’s rays, but he never sees my face. This is a
dream I’m sure,
but I can see the world and as long as I’m asleep, I feel
as if I can
almost reach. I can almost feel your touch. Hope is such
a rush, but I
can’t conjure love. Even in dreams, I’m just not enough.
The endless cycle
of hoping that I’ll wake up, just to go about my day in
the f..cking hole
that I create, in hopes that tonight I dream and that
just for once it
grants me peace… please. I am the moon, so cold and blue,
so many holes in
me from you. Did you take a piece of me? I feel so
f..cking empty. Cold as
ice, but I’m not melting. I feel the light, but it’s not
f..cking helping
now. Please God, just wake me up. I’d rather suffer
through reality than
curse the day for what I see in my dreams.
How could he ever feel the same, when he doesn’t know my
name?
