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