Lunatic:
I feel hope
Looking at the moon.
I feel death
Looking at you.
I can’t bear
To stare at the sun,
Just your shoulder,
The one I can’t cry on,
The one where the light
Reflects off like a lie,
A lover, lost, forever.
I hope not.
I look at the moon,
I see you;
I see a hopeless situation
Full of fallacies
And facades,
Full of fireworks
Waiting to fly,
Full of bullets
Waiting to die.
I look at the moon,
Like a fool,
I wish on stars
That don’t shoot,
I want to sleep on Venus,
Or your chest,
Whichever brings me
Closer to that which I have lost,
To that which I’ve crossed
Over without a second glance,
To that which would lead me to you.