THE COLD SUN

The cold sun, 

The sun that just shines at night.
Thinking and worried about how the day would be.

The sun that disappears after the stars comes out and still feels lonely hidden inside.

The cold sun,
The sun that stares at the window each night waiting to see just half of the moon stare at him.

The sun feels depressed and insecure about how the star glows everyday but everytime, he still wears the white wrist band spelling PUSH- pray until something happens.

 The cold sun, 
He sees his kind glowing even in the mid day and wishes to be like him
He pretends to be happy but stare at those kicks for hours.
He feels crying is for the weak so he doesn't know how to express his sadness anymore.
The stars laugh most of the time but the rain washes his anxiety.

The cold sun,
He doesn't feel happy in the day because of the wickedness of the world but wishes the night never comes because he thinks about smoking or drinking his pain away.

The sun is left heart broken and scared to approach another rib made out of him.

That rib, just that rib.
Sometimes he ask himself why Eve had to deceive and Adam had to be nice.

The cold sun,
He doesn't need a hot bath to become back to normal.
He doesn't need that rib to break forth his joy. 

He doesn't need the earth to be close anymore. 

He needs cold to freeze him to death.

"The cold sun gathered the clouds to get lost inside. "