Insignificance (edited by a friend)

Death is what allows us to live
but without life what are we
but insignificant things walking about?

We all have a purpose to make a difference
to someone or something.
As i stare at the blood red moon
tainted with grey craters
I think of how i will make my
difference and those grey craters
being those left behind,Those insignificant
things and as the black clouds fill the sky
I think of death standing watching us, waiting
for death to fall upon the moon
filled with the blood of the insignificant.