Red Moon
The moon that shines in the dark of night,
I hold a knife up to its light,
and soon after that the red moon shines bright.
As I die this lonely death,
My soul rises to see it's end,
But no one sheds a drop of tear,
I am alone once again.
As I soar in the midnight sky,
I see people passing by,
With joys of laughter and no tears,
I now know the reasons for suicide.
So when you see a red moon shine,
You will know someone died,
But you won't shed a drop of tear,
For you don't know them so why cry?
I will guide them through the night,
And show them this hidious sight,
Then leave themselves to their sorrow,
Of why people are lonely in this world.
And even if the red moon dies,
The black sun will start rise,
Until the red moon blooms at night.
-Mimiru218
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