The moon tonight is full,
It lulls me towards the sky.
A subliminal pull,
An effervescent sigh.
A lovely, lunar spectacle,
She watches over me.
In her I'm never played the fool
Or feigned so shamelessly.
If I could only fly to her,
Might the torment subside?
Why do my thoughts all seem to blur -
When the pain just won't hide?
A razor tease across my chest -
Reminds me of my worth.
While every word befalls the test -
Of fabricated birth.
‘Tis not the coldness of the blade -
On a soul soon to die.
‘Tis but a simple promise made -
That turned into a lie.
All in the echo of a name -
I trusted way to soon.
I sacrifice my heart to shame -
Beneath the lover's moon.
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy,
But dreams - of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die: