See the sun dies inside
while the people play their games.
They never notice
the sunspots that appear
like the scars of a fear
upon his sad face.
See the sun dies outside
of the window
where few dare to look.
They never notice
as he slowly turns his head
and fades away;
they're too busy
explaining its evils
to unsympathetic ears.
They never notice
as he takes his last breath
and then is nothing more.
With the suicide of a sun,
the world has changed.
There is only artificial light now;
there are only shadows
lurking by the door.
The sky has turned
into a broken clock
forever set a little past midnight,
never ticking,
only waiting
until the one day
someone might take notice.
The people never do.