A Day As the Moon - Deserters

Suddenly, I am awake.

I see the earth from outer space.

I feel the warmth

of the sun’s rays, but he never sees my face.

This is a dream I’m sure,

but I can see the world and as long as I’m asleep, I feel as if I can

almost reach.

I can almost feel your touch.

Hope is such a rush, but I

can’t conjure love.

Even in dreams, I’m just not enough.

The endless cycle

of hoping that I’ll wake up, just to go about my day in the fucking hole

that I create, in hopes that tonight I dream and that just for once it

grants me peace… please.

I am the moon, so cold and blue, so many holes in

me from you.

Did you take a piece of me?

I feel so fucking empty.

Cold as

ice, but I’m not melting.

I feel the light, but it’s not fucking helping

now.

Please God, just wake me up.

I’d rather suffer through reality than

curse the day for what I see in my dreams.

How could he ever feel the same, when he doesn’t know my name?