The Decomposition of the Moon

The intangible darkness that is my heart You reach into it, and it fills the gaps between your fingers Consuming your beautiful, slender arm Far away in the distance, the decaying dreams spiral Before the blurred moon that is simply decomposing My...

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Receding Memories

Morals swept out to sea, swaying, in a basket, they sleep The rain of disgrace will not stop Even love is destroyed by the heartless mankind The obligations given to me as I was born Surely they are the reason for my weakness It's the color of...

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Ash

What is this existence that you call 'living'? Deep within the hell of my heart, I search for it But only to find questions that linger I am a self destructive demon, Who understands me? For even loved ones scatter into the wind like the...

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Requiem

In the white season's icy days, The final snow catches in my hands, Though they grasped for your kind words, Even just one being enough, But cold hearted things were said I regret them now as the snow melts and spills out of my hands The memories...

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Eternal Rain

Standing within the lukewarm raindrops which do not cease, I feel my will, and even the strength to live fade because of your tears Someday, the value of everything will begin to look cruel, And so, I pray to the setting sun... Nothing can save...

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To the Crescent Moon

All of the things you promised me, And all the smiles you gave me, I can still remember each word I said to you, Underneath that blood red moon, shrouded in darkness Come on, let's see a movie together, like we used to Let's hold hands and pray...

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You Are Lost

In a distant sky under a strange, unknown sun, a quiet girl pointed the way I followed her through the diverging paths whence I'd lost myself that day In the shimmering haze we were made to dance on a nostalgic hill From there I saw the abandoned...

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The Redemptive

God's work shall yet portray A bringer of curse, a black feather, ye Roads of salt does he lay For all those, not to discriminate A man of the cloth, an infidel wroth To Him, we are all made of clay We will not hear We will not speak We will...

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Before I Decay

All night, until the cold break of dawn, I imagine the window is a picture frame I stare out at the moon, Longing to escape into the starry sky This feeling, tearing at me, I can't put it into words, So I cut into my own arm Every time I bleed,...

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That Blue Ribboned Sky

Passing the time with you while I'm in a bad mood, I guess I've always been so stubborn, Just as the Autumn leaves stay brown, And the towering buildings stay gray I'm a stranger to myself, To give up my delusions is to give up you as well, I...

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