The sky is falling.
It shattered, it broke.
It's on top of me, crushing me,
Crushing my hope.
The sun is still shining,
The full moon still bright,
But I cower in shadows,
A pitiful sight.
I'm afraid to go out
Where the stars may look down
At my sad little self
With a great, stellar frown.
But then I look up
From my place in the dirt,
And see all the others,
All the others with hurt.
All the others
With great, open wounds like mine
That couldn't be healed
By a weak thing like time.
I watch them give up,
And then, one by one,
Each of their corpses
Dries up in the sun.
I promise myself then,
If I come out alive,
I'll fight with the ones
Who fight to survive.
