I listen to your heart beat,
wishing it were tangible...
But I guess it's understandable,
because everything's on repeat.
I no longer stop to wonder,
why the sun has gone asunder,
content to be pushed under,
and outshone behind the moon.
Don't you suppose insanity,
would be nothing short of farce?
It seems that death has come too soon,
and your patients lie in ruins.
But I no longer stop to question,
why the day has grown so dim.
Why the sun is an infection.
And the moon is never glimpsed,
behind the shadow of a doubt,
that's content to be without
every time you ever stopped,
then turned about,
to make a change.
Because now the sun is ugly,
and the daylight seems so marred,
that even now the moonlight,
has never seemed so scarred.
And I listen to your heart beat,
and understandably I'm tired.
There's just one more hopeful sunbeam,
and I'm so sorry I inquired