Black Sky

Beneath the ashes I rise,
Every night gets colder,
cold dew presses against my feet.
I'm on the other side as i hear someone calling my name.
Yet my my speech is isolated from my soul.
Separation is my only choice in finding what belongs to me.
I cannot see the stars and the moon is masked by clouds,
yet there is more than one moon and not enough stars.
As I follow the sound of your voice, I am distracted by other voices that tell me to run.... run..... run.
Wicked voices, cackling laughter, dispel my thoughts and create indentations in my mind.
I know not where to turn, as I look up at the sky my reflection stares back at me wickedly, I hide my face hoping that the black sky will hide my tears.
Reflections never lie.