A Cure

Written by: Sheol Moribund

I can feel it coming down, like the sun ---
No matter how I try, I never get much done ---
The stars are out in full celestial display ---
But some times the planets get in the way ---
In the distance I can see the moon waxing cold ---
It brings some comfort to a body grown too old ---
Somehow when I am silent and stand so very still ---
The cosmos is like a cure for what makes me ill.