When I look at the moon
I think of you.
Moonlight moron!
Was it never meant to be true?
By the river, ripples so bright
Reminds me of the devious blight.
You by my side and I by you
Memories un-erst, now remain very few.
It creeps in slow as the sun blaze in
Screams! Shouts!
Tatters my skin.
Flesh is what, the price been paid
Moonlight moron, it's all been said!
Rest you there, where peace be found.
The wretched sweetness,
In dreams still hound!
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