Dancing with the Moonlight

I used to dance with the moonlight,

The birds used to sing for me

The stars shined brighter than the streetlights

Then,

It happened

I don't know for sure but it happened

The moonlight no longer waltzed as well

The birds sweet melody was no longer sweet, but a horrified scream

The stars glared at me, judging me

It wasn't my fault

The girl was a broken porcelain plate,

Her face shattered by the rusting bar in my steely grip

It's not my fault the moon no longer dances with me.