No No No No No To Titles (Still) Poem by Sebastien St. Fellmore

i sit here high again
the crescented moon laying on the walls
still shivering and afraid, witness to what the sun's done
the shadows bob and weave and gather more rather than leave
a ceremonial dance taking place, illuminating this waste
daring me, making me do it again and again, breaking me
forsaking me, poor little forsaken me, what a pity
i sit here high again

so i ask myself why again
look up to the moon who's neither smiling nor not smiling
unable to quite understand why i've always turned to her
for all the help that has been provided or noticed
just another supplicant, i suppose, one of so many
if to cure us all it took only her blood, wouldd she bleed?
lunar presence in this life, these lives, why indeed?
she will not alleviate, she will not heal, she will not feed
so i sit here high again

why am i here, friend?
toothless nights fraught with the old diseases
sycophantic admiration, devotion, prayers and pleases
so much soul-less love from so many lonely hearts
beneath her veil of deepest blue and the many stars
she lets me in silence know i too am alone and o! so far
the quiet she keeps announces to all that we're all we are
this is the end result, this is our fault, there's no halt
each of us is together alone, brothers and sisters but alone
so i sit here high again, alone

to whom can i confess to?
to whom will i atone?
so i can go home
answer to alone
once you atone
alone