Today the sun looks like the moon
Shrouded by clever, conspiring clouds,
The background of blues suddenly surreal.
Tonight the moon looks like the sun
Stoked by cruel, cremating coals,
The world remaining frozen and funereal.
Monster me, adverse to day, averse from night,
Half-human and half-zombie, two-fold-blooded,
With an insatiable stuck-in-reverse appetite.
Perpetually ravaging myself inside out,
Feeding on self-defeat and self-doubt,
Dead and undead in constant turnabout.