Once there was a moon
His craters could not bloom
he had hopes to glow, to groom
but mankind shattered him
leaving him in his own dust to choose
a life of loneliness and prejudice
they would come to pour their worries and dilemmas to him,
but will never ask that is it his own light in which he shines?
does he savor it when he illuminates the night?
but no, they could not care
they were just there; to whisper their miseries and make him a dark sphere
from all their tears, he started to lose color
from white, to red, to grey and black soon..
as time passed he had nothing but his soul to loose;
They stripped me, my potential to feed
I fed them more than I fed my demons in need
They left me with hollow voids, sturdy stories, and swollen eyes
I sleep all day and I’m awake in the dark
I’ll embrace you in nights so you won’t be discontent in the daylight
I was a poet of your scars
And I’m a poem of your wounds
I was not always this pale and so full of pain
It was just me hearing you till you made my existence nothing more but vain
I heard you, you left me thats all left to say
The question arose where do I bury my remains?
Your echoes are now not anymore heard you complain
A therapy to your trauma but now I slowly fade
My glory now being theft
I’m no more famished with soulless guests
They don’t come at my door anymore
I’m all alone,
The question arose was i just your hearing aid?
My existence now dies and I’m gone
Gone foreverNobody misses me , they don’t even remember
I spent all my treasure for the brokens pleasure
I was 4.5 yrs old. Now I disappeared
Miused me enough to care bout my despair
Even devils now are disguised
You worship the one forbidden and it’s a crime
How colorful humans are?
Im scared and i need a place to hide
My yearns deposits in the sky
the stars you see are my tears and criesNow that I did hide, u named me the Lucifer of your life
My services crumbled in dark dimes
My pieces matches the sky
I am destroyed enough to faint my light and have a burial deep down in the starry sky
That’s the story of how the lucifer of your life says a goodbye
and soon the night came
but he was all alone
without his treasure, he just came to mourn
Selene, some of them may call me
they made myths and fallacy to behold me
now that i was gone, they started to crave me
my loathed dust, now they adore it
their melancholic sculptures; it became all chronic
the question arose, was the night too dark for my soul?
