Full Moon

Did this on the bus

As the full moon rises overhead,
I lay in this coffin I call a bead,

My skin is cold and my heart is still,
I try to breathe but my lungs don't fill,

I lay there and realize my sin,
Long ago in a war I couldn't win,

What grants this movement, I do not know,
Maybe a power from down below,

As the full moon rises overhead,
I suddenly realize...

I am dead.