Moon

Gazing at the spherical moon,
I notice it doesn't look the same to you
While I admire its glow, its silver beax
Your grey perception has no clue

Do not fret; it is my mistake alone
How shallow of me to assume
You notice nature's gloom—
For moons and stars are merely that to you

Cryptic symbols furnish my tomb
Try to decipher my last plea

I give you one last scream
Begging you to notice my moon bleeding

Swirling syllables surround my head
When will the moon's shadowed time end?
Will the moon remind you of myself
When the last ticking clock strikes twelve

As your panicked being patches the moon's cracks,
You shall wonder how shallow my end you met
The moon, the only remnant of its ashes
Will reveal itself instead of my left gashes

Now you stare at my marred moon
Too late—it does look the same to you
My moon's silver beax
Left its last shimmering glow