The Man In The Moon 18/03/08

The moon beams a dusty spotlight
to where my rotting corpse lays
i stare into his startled white face
hoping my body will merge with clay

his mouth gapes open in terror
wide eyes are fixed with fear
my gaze bonds with his; because i understand
our screams are too pained to hear

he stares at our world in horror
never daring to close his eyes
for if, like me, he dares to blink
he might wake to a harrowing surprise

i turn my cheek into the cool soil
and let burning tears roll down my face
but the spectator is too disgusted to weep
as into the mud i willfully waste

now moths decaying wings torment me
as they beat persistently against my gut
my muscles relentlessly shiver and quake
and im fighting to keep my eyes shut