I miss that before, I’d say. And would say more,
but now words flee through
then I recite the pieces of my senses
in a strange melody

leaving the whole and every part,
almost lost consciousness,
I fell pain returning
And that’s what keep me alive,

Only my eyes could see it
Words seal my past and what I’ve done
The moon is a witness of my fate
That’s all coming through

Ink can’t prove that I tell the truth
But God will make my part
And the last time seeing the moon
I whisper a prayer

Many ways crossed in this distant land,
and I fear keep in mind
what hadn’t occurred.

And I’m still looking for:

An empty space, a hollow,
a slot to sell me and absolve me
That’s the why, in sorrow,
I’m writing my Moonlight Epitaph.

My moonlight Epitaph

An empty space, a hollow,
a slot to sell me and absolve me
That’s the why, in sorrow,
I’m writing my Moonlight Epitaph.

An empty space, a hollow,
I’m not supposed to bleed
I’m on my knees in front of my grave
And I write my Moonlight Epitaph.