A black cloth draped around my neck

By the limbs of people ignorant

Sits tight enough to suffocate, but loose enough to let be.

Happiness comes at a cost,

But everything has been stolen before I can pay.

There's a torn paper enclosing this tearing heart.

I'm the crescent Earth

My enchantment of a moon sees.

Studded with stars in a darkening sphere,

I'm going through eras people cover their sight from.

But it's 11:11, am I not allowed to be wishful?

I will wish for nothing but light

That will make me prance as light as a bubble.

A valley will be there, waiting for my rivulet.

Yes, I'll be the rivulet.