I exist in limbo, between here and there, in a state of despair,
Lost in a time loop of déjà vu, with no escape from the snare.
The moon and ocean speak of tragic tales, of sailors lost and adrift,
Their fate sealed in a leaky boat, their hopes and dreams left unshifted.
The moon whispers of warfare, a symphony of death and decay,
Where rusted metal sings a mournful tune, and life is torn away.
The fields rage with a burning passion, as bullets fly like birds,
And screams of agony pierce the silence, drowned out by thunderous words.
Together, the moon and ocean tell of forgotten losses,
Of a world where life and death collide, and hopelessness reigns in the bosses.
I am lost in this realm of darkness, adrift in a stormy sea,
Where there is no light to guide me, and no hope left for me to see.
