Have you ever wanted to cry?
Cry a cry that would heal
A cleansing cry

A cry no one would understand
A cry which would make others weep alongside you
A cry which hollowed everything out

A cry that left you empty
A cry that washed away a thousand tears before this one
Have you ever wanted everything to be okay?

That you were willing to cry every tear that your body could produce even if it claimed the last heartbeat of your heart

A cry of pain
A cry of hunger
A cry for love

A cry for acceptance
A cry
My cry.

A crescent moon

glows white

with

It's angelic

halo through

a shroud of

dark clouds,

soulmates

within the

shower of the

pouring rain,

love

Is the only

true sense

that's felt

when the

desert

Is misted

In dunes, when

the souls begin to feel

the depths of warmth

and the monsoon revives

the barren sands, and all

Is paradise.

As the Night is drawn,
In the spectacles of my mind.
I stand alone,
In the shadows of light.

My eyes turn to the moon,
Whose gaze is pallid and ghastly.
Now they shift,
Becoming Scarlet irsises.

I am a beast of the night,
The nocturnal moon is my call.
To summon from sleep,
And all.

Nocturnal forever.
A girl of the night.
I am the one in the shadows.
I fight for that right.