nights like these
they keep me alive
and they make me crawl
away from the light
away from the light
right int the dark of the moon
and nights like these
they assure me
they carve unit my flesh
with the moon’s glow
delicate shadows of the clouds
and once maybe twice
I check my dead phone
for hints of you
but it doesn’t-
it doesn’t show
like the dark side of the moon
i feel very intrigued
the clouds swirl around
like cotton candy vein made
and I feel like my vision’s fading
maybe the moon-
yes it is the moon
it is taking away my vision
i would say i’m moonstruck
and glad too
but until a while ago
i thought my vision
existed because you did
it was because you were
it no longe is, it is fading
maybe that’s my queue
of your inexistence
you disappeared as silently as
the swirling clouds
only to leave behind
the moon with my stolen vision