If The Moon Bled

Another day has turned to dust

No more sparkles only rust

Another night alone in bed

Oh christ what a bore

I wish I were dead.


How drab life can be

Hailing a cab that only stops

For he and she

All the strife an hour can bring

Oh God isn't spring over rated.


With its posies and tulips

Bright red fields for the privileged

To mosey on through

With gold payments due

Paid in full.


Another night with a moon so bright

I would like to stab

Have you ever seen the moon bleed?

You might just tonight.


The world would mourn

The sun would burn

Red the oceans would turn

I wouldn't give a damn

But my heart would continue to yearn.