Moon Tears

The blue moons rise,
They see this world,
And they weep for our sins.
The birds stop their tunes,
And look towards the sky,
As the moons’ tears splash to the firma.
In the downward spiral,
The void in which we are all in,
We follow the star trails.
Our own star is dying,
Swallowing the planets as it grows,
And barely scorching ours.
The moon tears splash onto us,
Cooling our heated world for a while,
Until the apocalypse.
Our sins are laid out,
Like cards on a table,
And every one of them a black ace.
The saddened moons slowly lower,
And the dying star rises,
To mock our futile attempts,
As it swallows us…