Crater in the moon.

I was sick of every ritual
And carrying the candlelight across the empty swimming pool
I was crooked; i was missing you
And noticed my depression was habitual
But couldn't teach it a lesson
Without the indiscretion of a box-cutter
Laying in-between the bread and butter in the cupboard
Graveyard workers work the same shift
When the poles shift
Everyone's forgetting who they came with

The elephant will never forget
I swung upon his trunk until his body was wet
In his own blood