no chance.

i'm cracked, dry, and bloody.
the streets are all muddy.
the rain and the dirt become one.
is there an option to take?
the stars fade away, and the moon's gone to play
with the cherubs and guardians of lore.
i sit cracked, dry, and bloody.
my back is all muddy.
this is what nighttime is for.
i wish away everything.
i close my eyes tight,
and i let it envelop me.
i think no harm should come,
but if it does, what option is one to take?
the moon's gone away, and the stars didn't stay.
the sky's expressionless now, just like me.