Turn the white moon red
flood it
with darkness
fire atop water
but only
with the oil
the bond
It holds us
seals us
burning and drowning
turning our moon
blood red
and our own will
we bow to it
worship it
the choices that create it
we dance to our own sad death
yes you will succumb
its most alluring to the eye
the pleasure in the pain
join us
help us
we will scream with punctured lungs
**TILL THE MOON BLEEDS RED