My skull pressed against the familiar grass
I layed under the lunar sky
With droopy eyes and a film of tears not wanting to evaporate any time soon
I wished in that moment only
A star or a some missile form an alien ship to struck me solely
I had a hundred reason not to breathe
And I almost accepted each
Almost cause even a finger couldn't move to implement
Eyes finally dry from absolute loss of liquid
I tried to force a smile, thinking my hormones would roleplay...