Broken Moons and Afternoons

Broken afternoons

Give way to darkness,

That give way to forced words

And four by four blocks

Leading into the Ether.

These broken afternoons

Leave me tired and forgotten,

While I wish to be loved,

The loved have wishes.

What I have taken for granted

Is the only thing keeping me

Where I am, when I am.

But as this silver moon

Falls across the sky,
My heart fades.

My stomach turns and
I am left sitting alone

In the dark, wondering

What the fuck happened.
Whether I really like

Who I am, or what I've

Become, or what I will

Be.

But as this fading moon

Falls through the sky,

I am reminded of my past;

What I have been through

To get to where I am.

And while I would rather

Not think about them,
I am reminded of what I

Have been through.

Of what I have seen.

I've seen my blood dripping

From my legs as if it wanted

To escape the confines of my
veins. I've seen what's left

Of my heart be broken into pieces

Over this sacred Ether.

I've seen (or rather, felt)

My heart cut in twain over

What I thought was sacred.

I haven't had a good memory

In years.

But now,

When I am pondering

On my life now,
I feel as if I don't deserve

The good things I have.

I feel I am not

Worthy of such good fortune.

I wonder if I am where

I am because of fate,

Or just freak coincidence.

Watching this freak moon

Fall from the sky I

Realize that I am who

I am because of the

Actions I've taken in

My past life. What

I have taken for granted is

In the falling freak moon.

I am this moon, I am the sky.

This silver deity falling from

Me is only a reminder that
I have no stars left.

That, across my sky

I have nothing but

Fleeting memories that
I have no desire to remember.

From my falling sky,

From my rising moon

I wish for memories I don't have

To fall for.

Looking up at this sky,
I want nothing more than

An Earth to land on.