The Death of Moon
The moon
it'll come soon,
but no one will see
for what can it be.
I hope I'll see it,
or else I'll hit
the world with pain.
Then it will never stop rain
blood...
From the Flood.
My life is over,
no time is come after.
My hart is beating,
but I are not breading.
My body is useless,
I think I`m dead,
for there lies my head,
away from my body.
I need help from somebody.