1 Prologue

I'm too fixated in each moment -

Each moment feels so intense,

I'm lost

On the dark side of the moon,

And nothing here has any warmth,

Worth or substance ~

Nothing here makes any sense.

Even my own shadow has left me.

The Monsters, still lurking

In the darkness,

Have stolen all of my hopes

And dreams away,

I can hear the wolves,

They are hauntingly howling -

There's nowhere safe that I can run to,

On this, here, dark, dreary day.

There will be no stars

To light up the pitch-black night-skies,

They have already fallen,

Just like the Angels

That I once loved and knew,

Everything that I once held onto

As sacred, has been molested -

I've been abandoned, once again;

Hell, again, I am being forced

To walk through.

Alone, I was born and raised,

Only my pain has been consistent-

It has held my hand

Throughout my entire life.

At some point, somehow,

I stupidly gave birth

To expectations,

Luckily, I woke up

And divorced reality,

Hence becoming solitude's

Dedicated and loving wife.

On the dark side of the moon

Compassion, loyalty and trust

Are nonexistent.

Evil dwells in almost every man

And woman,

Each with his or her own agenda,

Each with his or her own selfish plan.

Saviors do not exist,

Superheroes all wear masks,

Unconditional love is but an illusion,

Here, I revert to relying solely

On the harshness of reality,

For, the truth, it always exposes

And unmasks.

The dark side of the moon

Is a very lonely, isolating place,

In which to dwell,

There is no sunshine,

No stars or Angels -

The only light visible

Comes from the flames

Of the evildoers'

Raging fiery hell!

Placed here against my will,

No lush green valley in sight,

Taken away

From the divinity of nature,

I was cruelly robbed

Of my radiant life-giving daylight.

Doomed for being too real,

Too open and too honest,

Doomed for loving too much.

Doomed for believing in superheroes,

Doomed for allowing a human

To become my crutch.

Doomed for being too empathetic,

Doomed for being too sincere.

Doomed for being too kind

And too generous,

I'm doomed, abandoned here.

I blame only myself

For allowing my intuitive awareness

And intelligence to fade away

Like the stars that once adorned

Every exquisite night-sky,

I blame only myself

For not using the blessed insight

Of my third eye.

I'm too fixated in each moment,

Each moment feels so intense,

I'm too passionate about life

To give up and remain imprisoned

On the dark side of the moon...

But I'm too emotionally weak

And disappointed to jump the fence.

~Rosalie Fayad~