The Dark Side of the Moon

The dark side of the moon,

so forlone and cold.

Not a ray of light on its surface,

not a hope of warmth in sight.

So is the heart I carry,

a sinners sin, a moments weakness.

The touch of pride,

the lust that does not die.

Like the dark side of the moon

I carry the shadow of my past.

Honor and justice are prime,

but I'll have to pay for my crime.

I have betrayed hope, and drowned love.

There is no way out, that I know of.

I wait around the dark side of the moon,

till there is no air in my lungs.

This side is mine and mine alone.

No one knows for how long now, I've kept this secret alive.

But in the dark side of the moon, no one really knows,

about the miseries the human body holds.

Airless, breathless I stand in the darkness.

Unreal and numb to the world.

My heart is heavy from the whispers of the past.

How long now, will I with hold?

I smile at people as the walk by me,

but they dont know that my life is a lie.

They cant see the darkness I am standing in,

nor can the sense my fear.

Try as much as I can,

I cannot move into the light.

There is no saving me now, from my doom,

nor from the dark side of the moon.

by,Teja Priyadarshini