Internal screaming translated to something a bit prettier

Would The Sun Be A Worthy End?

If the sun will rise every day of our lives then so shall we.

We would stare it down each night if we could,

But we will not burn ourselves for our enemy's sake.

Oh and the moon as well.

They told us 'our enemy's enemy is our friend.'

The moon is a villain to. 

Power through theft;

Of the sun's light, of the romantic's hearts.

It runs by jealousy. Its existence is adored and necessary.

Its only enemy is the sun.

The moon does not know this. 

What the people call the eye of light

Is nothing more than a blind ghost,

Afraid of its own shadow.

But the sun is worse. 

It comes and goes of its own accord.

Without we die,

Without us it would shine just as bright.

What a terrible fate it has given us.

To depend on something we cannot look at.

To never look our mother in the eye

For blindness is the punishment.

Yet we still call it mother,

We know our fate.

It was foretold by those who see the future long ago

"The Sun Will Swallow Us Whole"

We do nothing to escape our fate.

It looms far away,

It may look small for now,

But when the sun's anger starts to show we will run.

Look to the stars for a way out 

And forget that they are the same monsters 

That the sun calls its family.

For now we will hold each other and tell ourselves we are fine

With a death at the hands of the great fire.

So long as we stare it down as it consumes us and all we built.