Beware the moon can bite...
As a dark cloud reaches out...
And grabs your soul...
Taking you away from me...
And I can feel you being ripped away from me...
In the dark infinite sadness of no tomorrows...
You have become a servant unto the stars...
A slave unto some ethereal plane...
One known as misconception...
A sacrifice unto a universe that I long to only see...
Hoping you'll find it in your heart...
To somehow navigate your way back to me...
In a world in which I'm left to suffer in...
A black rose grows in the garden of my heart...
And its petals bear the pugnent aroma of death...
The thorns pierce my flesh making my blood run...
Blue... and... cold...
With lupine instinct... I smell your troubled scent in the
air...
As I lay my head down on my pillow for the last time...
And arms outstretched... I cry... for you...
To take me with you...
And I close my eyes... and see the sunlight...
Of a darkened world...
Where I can no longer feel the pain of your absence...
In a place where someday... somehow...
There is a chance of you joining me...
And we'll reign... in fyre... once again...
