lunatic

i am feeling a bit down,

but I am not chasing a frown.

Maybe there is another outlook,

but it all seems covered in soot.

I was witness to the purge,

to put out the fire I had no urge.

maybe I did the start the fire,

and let all her memories burn.

Closure in flames I seek,

got nothing but relapse.

Maybe Maybe maybe I am a coward,

shining shining shining is my head.

As the moon shines on my head,

and soon people will call me a lunatic.