My heart skips a beat and
I look up at the moon with joy,
but there is no moon and my heart
was just racing too fast.
The clock did not run out like I
thought it just took a pause.
Then started right back up.
Brought back to the reality
that the crows are still in
the air and like a murder.
A murder of that one lost child
who nobody found and nobody looked
for and I look up again and realize
the world is dull and the colors
are faded. I look at the body
just to realize it's me.