sun to moon.

wilting like dead flowers,

our minds as dark as caves,

the roaring of the cowards

as we count down the days.

i know my mask is slipping

the rose petals will fall,

the game i've played is ripping,

and nightmares begin to crawl.

the sun turns into moon

and day turns into night,

this feeling of instant doom

overthrows the light.

i feel just like a shadow,

terrified of the darkness

though the light's always in the meadow

i can't feel, i'm heartless.

the galaxies are glowing

but i'm not basking in the light.

instead my heart is flowing

with thoughts i cannot fight.

my mind is shattered

damaged like broken glass,

ripped in shreds and tattered,

my dreams will never last.