Beautiful Demise

Pieces of the moon
scatter across the sky
trying to make
a dark night light
It used to be beautiful

A magical wonder
that drowned me with questions
like who named shattered
pieces of the moonlight stars?
and how do they defy
gravity like so?

Are they angels watching over us?
Or just an illusion?
A make believe?
Cos we're too afraid to face
the ugly side of our reality?

My heart beats
a rhythm of doom
But I'd rather swim in the candy clouds above me
rather than listen to the black noise

The world is not a safe place
My heart frightens me
Cos its not any better