Buried on the moon

The space the distance the mind where do i stand howe close am i to carry my sins as far as possible grow my brains clear of mistakes and a place where i can pretend so, i can just dance and let my insanity take shape and grow into the true moment of despair. My true desire the fight within my fire forests of lies deep voices and satire lanterns in the sky fly my desire what is it like to be buried on the moon would my pain and stress forever rest decomposed my bones will fly through the space my lies will terrorize new worlds above.