The Blood Moon
My dark hours
starring
at the moon
are now
blood and torture.
The smell
of your chest
no longer
surrounds me
on the cold nights.
I put blood
into the moon
and make it
resemble
a criminal.
Not being
close to you
makes me
a psycho.
I can only
kill the moon
while starring
at it
and waiting
for you
to come.