I envision you as a bright light, like the moon
I wave my hands over you every night in hopes of a final feeling
Your wounds are bleeding
Never healing, but always shining
The blood that pours out from your craters is stunning,
Oh so stunning, enticing
Why is it that your sickness pulls me towards you?
Why is it that the pain of being distant is so enthralling?
Your blood brings me to your home
It’s keeping me close
Tell me we belong here
Bright moon, bleed on me
I need this vision to be more than a fantacy
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
I envision you as a bright light, like the moon
I wave my hands over you every night in hopes of a final feeling
Your wounds are bleeding
Never healing, but always shining
The blood that pours out from your craters is stunning,
Oh so stunning, enticing
Why is it that your sickness pulls me towards you?
Why is it that the pain of being distant is so enthralling?
Your blood brings me to your home
It’s keeping me close
Tell me we belong here
Bright moon, bleed on me
I need this vision to be more than a fantacy
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