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UNDER THE MOON



Behind the blurry maze

of smoke and blood black haze

there's nothing left by my body

but that resisting shadow



and when your moon is new

nothing do I see

nor shadow do I feel

nothing craving my soul



Its dark; empty like the box

you kept my notes in

for you've thrown everything

that I've ever loved

away



So I walk upon this dying hilltop

to the place where you first held me

listening to angels screaming

falling with their broken wings



and one time I could hear you singing

-but aren't you gone, my love?-

and I closed my eyes

while the light broke open

capturing me in its glow



take me away!

please no more of this life

for I cannot live!



if this danger is passing through

let me be

but I'd rather die

than walk through this dismal life

of malicious strife

alone,

without you



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