I want this to be as cathartic as possible,
I need all of you, or I need you out of my head.
I think I'll just go mad otherwise.
I need my mind, that's all I am,
And you've just invaded all its insides.

I don't blame you, and I never will
As anything that happens to me, falling in love is my own fault
Although your free spirit, your witty mouth and your butterfly wings did play a hand.

I wish I had come before your demise,
Before that faded blue prince of yours had stolen your heart.
We are but fate's marionettes, little creatures tumbling in the dark,
Loving one day at a time, dying one day at a time.
Arriving two minutes too late, just the same as an eternity too late.

I wish I could heal you, I wish I could take away all the pain,
I wish you would give me but one chance,
So I could show you the big heart of a seeker of light.

But this wishful thinking is lethal
My burning desire will stain my soul,
So I've decided, that you are to go.

You'll always be my moon far away,
You'll always be the one star astray.
You'll always be my my muse in the sky,
Those things and all I can't reach with my hand.

Your waters are dark and treacherous.
Your waters are deep and lethal.

They seem calm yet are not.
They seem comforting yet are not.

And I dived carelessly, into your abyss.
And I plunged, into my damnation.

Seeking freshness, comfort and loving.
Seeking desire, passion and longing.

And in your murky, bitter waters
I drowned a million times.
I was spun, I was desecrated.
I was murdered, I was obliterated.
And I couldn't see a thing,
I couldn't learn a thing.

Yet my purpose was due,
I emerged anew.
Exhausted, devastated.
Utterly spent and violated.
Deceived, betrayed.
Ridiculed, humiliated.
But anew, and all alone.

My approach to you destroyed me,
and I made myself again.

Sitting in front of a new moon,
the darkness plays throughout the night.
But the moon turns it's back.
The stars and planets display themselves before me,
shouting for attention with vibrant lights.
But the moon turns it's back.
I hear the cries of Gaia all around me,
singing to her only love.
But the moon turns it's back.
And just as I'm about to drift away,
I hear God whisper let there be light.
And I think the moon hears too,
But the moon turns it's back.

Craters on the moon are injuries caused by the power the universe holds.
In the night you continue to shine down on us lonely strangers.
The saying "the freaks come out at night " best describes our relationship.
Your the light we admire.
Your the source of our creativity.
When I can't sleep, looking at you for inspiration is my favorite activity.
The relief I feel knowing someone out there is doing the same calms my overdrived mind.
I want to be brave like the moon, undiscouraged even though it's surrounded by darkness.
Still being able to shine it's guiding light.

Not quite satisfied unless I wake up past noon
More than acquainted with all shapes of the moon
In fact we might be distant lovers
It's possible that we were brothers
In some forgotten past life
Illuminating pale light
While conquering the black night
Hovering above the sky
Representing malevolence
By leaving the alley ways dark

sleeping in the dark
always makes me nervous;
an aversion
to curtains
i like to watch the stars
glide across the ocean of infinite nothing
hear screaming lone cars
and cats colliding
a solitary dog bark
as my mother sighs in the dark.