Dark Side of the Moon

The moon, like everything else I love,
Is slowly merging it's way away from me,
Hiding itself within the mysterious dark clouds
That secretly fathom the night.
The wind howls in desperation and in
Utter, complete rage.
The tears deceive me and pour down my pale, lifeless face.
The tears of the moon storm down just in time
To wash away my own.
I raise my arms high and dance to my own tune,
My own shattered beat of the broken heart inside.
I dance for those who feel the same as I,
And I cry for those who are not strong enough
To find the power, the light inside themselves.
I mourn for those who are still trying to
Fight their way out of the darkness.
I, who would sacrifice my soul, for that
Is all that's left.
That is all that's left to give;
All that's left for them to take.
The inevitable has become the inevitable,
The unknown has become the untouchable.
The beauty has become the mysterious.
The beauty as we see it, is not real,
For it is a figment of our imagination.
There is no way in Heaven, Hell, or Earth
That someone would bestow us with
Such....beauty,
Such....grace,
Such....immortality;
For it does not reflect the
Sorrow and hatred in us, ourselves.
It does not mirror who we truly are.
In the end, only we can choose our path,
Our destiny,
Our Fate.
And for those who can't are still fighting
Their own personal demons......
If you find no way out, you become deranged.
Because of the maddening voices,
You become your dark self
The self locked away and
Never meant to be shown.
You become the dark side of the moon.