The Moon

The moon shines

On a cold winter night

Off my blood

It shines bright


Alone I sit

Freezing cold

This loneliness

Is getting old


I cut everyday

Sometimes more

I hide in a corner

On the floor


I look up

And see the moon

Praying for it

To end soon.


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