{"sf1_id":598849,"sf2_id":"AnK9o2ae","title":"The Decomposition of the Moon","author":"Trace182","words":110,"posted_at":"2013-10-05T00:07:00.000Z","tags":["Moon","Poem","Poetry","trace"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/598849-the-decomposition-of-the-moon","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnK9o2ae","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/47/0d/470db79c-5407-4015-a347-d350f615b172","description":"","content":"The intangible darkness that is my heart\n\nYou reach into it, and it fills the gaps between your fingers\n\nConsuming your beautiful, slender arm\n\nFar away in the distance, the decaying dreams spiral\n\nBefore the blurred moon that is simply decomposing\n\nMy existence will surely fade into nothingness in the shadow of the eclipse\n\nEven if it is delayed,\n\nThe clarity of life is so elegant that it actually disappears\n\nA shard of moonlight cuts into the darkness\n\nIs it a lukewarm wind or my own blood that fills my lungs?\n\nThe light vanishes, and everyone, everything fades so quickly\n\nAs I scream out from the sheer pain of living\n\n  \n  \n\n"}