Black Holes
Silent and closer to home, the graveyard won’t leave me alone. The black holes shed light on the endless night.
It was all black and white, old horror tunes.
As fleshy brains covered half of the world.
And mister Moon is dropping brain juice in clocks.
And mister Sun says it’s all in my head.
Oh! It’s bursting and hurting so bad!
But there are no wishing whispers coming from the ground of the graveyard.
Silent and closer to home; I can stop wishing.
When my rocket will touch the moon, Earth will get this weird lovely glow.
I’ll never be able to return.
Final wishes don’t come true.