almost full

The landscape is reflected 

Upon the face of

The solemn moon

With neon lights gracing

The paper dolls and

Obsidian oceans 

Draped with abandonment

And empty

The glow lays upon

The land of suicide

Barren and extinct

And grimacing with fear

For the blind awareness

Orchestrating an illusion 

And the solemn moon 

Is heavy with emotion

With compassion radiating

From its cries of empathy

For the pain that emanates 

In the distance below