This Cold And Bloody Summer Night Poem by Gabriella Mantone

A sliver of the moon falls before you naked hands, and your shallow breath comes faster as your eyes light up against the ebony floor.
Shunning the figure of his hollow body, and you knock. But he won't turn to see you. Grasp you. Instead he runs to the disappearing sun. But darkness calls you. And your consumed with a fear like no other tragedy you have felt before.
Tangled sentences fall over and you trip to the sound of him screaming. Calling you. For help.
Your feet move, no thoughts control this situation. And to his side you run.
His bloody cascade dribbling over the dewy ground. But you don't cry. And he doesn't reach for you either.
He dies in helpless and lonely agony.
So you stand, blood stained arms and all. And you jump from the highest cliff.
Chasing his murderous sun into the depths of tomorrow.