Full moon then, New moon now
I’m just dying, pls don’t have a cow.
What could you do, anyhow?
No life comes from your mouth.
My shadow wouldn’t listen anyway
My shadow loves death’s display.
I want out of this world.
I will not go back, I get love, not enough.
Glad to bow out once more
Death stream destiny’s whore
Used for your bemusement, but your chore.
Vanish from my rear view like this shore.
I swear- every light I meet only
Pushes me into further dark.
I quick abandon any hope for love
Death and a walk in the park.
You can’t come close, too Tony Stark.
Just a mark.