I used to look up to you
Praise you as the evening star
Bow on my hands and knees
As you lit the darkness i lived in
I still don’t know why it’s called a blood moon
Maybe because when i see you
My wounds begin to weep
As though they never closed
Or because my heart races
When i think of how you left
And as the sound rushes past my ears
All i can do is look up to steady myself
The night has heard all that i could ever say
And says more than i can comprehend
Because while i was basking in its light
I never saw it wasn’t shining for me
So maybe it’s the moon that bleeds
In a way that it’ll never tell
And the stars that litter the darkness
Are puncture wounds unhealed