To my family, my friends and all that I love,
whoever these things may concern,
this letter I write is my final goodbye,
for I cannot ever return.
My story starts on a starry night,
I was staring straight into the moon,
and as I gazed into the moon's grayish face,
I felt dazed; I was vacant of tune.
The tick tock of clocks was pounding my ears,
the pain in my head growing stronger,
the moon then had eyes and a mouth full of teeth!
I couldn't think straight any longer.
At first I was scared of what I had seen,
but I waited in bitter silence,
and then in my mind a little red flame,
turned all of my thoughts into violence.
I turned and I made my way into the kitchen,
finding a small butter knife,
I swiped the dull blade up from the sink,
I was ready to take someone's life!
I ran down the hall, red with anger,
equipped with my sorry weak weapon,
but the sweat made the knife slip out of my hand,
and it fell, where soon I would step upon.
I'd stepped on my knife! The pain shot me through,
I sat down and started to cry,
but worse than the pain, I realized thereafter,
was why would I want someone to die?
So shocked with myself, I fell to a trance,
disbelieving what I'd done,
and although my foot was now a bleeding mess,
I know now, that all I can do... is run.
Whatever came over me that fearful night,
I prayed and hoped it would leave me,
but something has found its home in my mind,
and I fear that you will not believe me.
Whatever goes on, please don't worry,
your lunatic's leaving you soon,
but please do be careful on dark starry nights, and...
don't ever stare into the moon.
1998