Black night's moon sees right through me.
I look at the sky feeling only the soft moon's light.
I am numb.
I look out seeing the billowing smoke from the factory pipes.
Dark clouds mimic how I feel.
Down on the sidewalks I see the lights of cigarettes, reminding me of fireflies.
One by one they disappear and reappear as the people relight.
I look up at the stars for the last time.
Eyes indulge in your last look, lungs take your last breath.
The air is harsh, I am no longer numb I only feel pain.
In my room with the midnight walls my lover lays where God falls.
Standing on my balcony, I look down and take my leap of faith.
No more pain. No more sadness. No more happiness.