Gethsemane Poem by Daegal

Why can I see everything from here?
Why are the trees doused in fire
Like a funeral pyre,
My eyes are heavy, I think I’ll sleep.

Moonlight is bleeding,
I’m feeling so drained
While the dull grey sky reigned,
My eyes are heavy, I think I’ll sleep.

Hoes does a place like this exist?
It seems so strange
A colourless exchange,
My eyes are heavy, I think I’ll sleep.

There’s a weird flavour in the air,
It tastes like disloyalty
With thirty silver’s royalty,
My eyes are heavy, leave me be.