The Quiet Collapse

The moon was red, do you believe it?

The sun is too noisy, do you still believe it?

What if I said the earth will be destroyed, where would you place your trust?

It is me, a woman, a loner, a poet, a liar.

My victims gather inside the mirror, looking towards the sky without eyes.

The night becomes melancholic.

And death becomes weltschmerz.

Are there footprints of mine dirtying your path?

Hide yourself! Oh cowardly soul.

Destruction has truly fallen before you.

Can the crowned liars really save you?