October 8, 2014:

Blood moon as red as my
Bloodshot eyes
Blurry through the tears
But I can still see through your lies

Blood moon as red as my
Bleeding lips
From biting them in fear
Of you slipping from my fingertips

Blood moon as red as the
Marks etched on my arms
You said you'd protect me from myself
And yet I was harmed

Blood moon now fading into pale gray
Now the night has turned to day
And the last tear drips away
As the feeling disintegrates