ok this is better than that last peice of donkey turd
The moon makes its pass
and once again I wait
questioning my life and its worth
value measured in my pain
time counted in the falling tears
should I follow her silvery path
and greet Helios with open arms
or shall I say goodnight
fade into the arms of mother night
her son calls my name
beckoning to the final sunset
extinguishing the flame, my life
