Your cosmos full of jupiter Moons, turned into comets as I stand here firm on soil, watching this sabotage.
A listless, unrepentant, bleeding heart. Screech, escape, find your shield tonight under the demonic skies.
Behold what was meant for us, shove aside what wasn't; for these eyes will witness the angst in yours after countless eclipses. But if you, only you, had known the theorem of the space, the dust first scatters to bring in the light while it's only the Moon,
that this world have ever craved.

- sp