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In the light of the moon

Monsters look like men

Men look like little boys

Lost and broken in the woods.



In the light of the moon

The lost boys dream of sunrise

Of the days that never come

Of the nights that never bend

To bring their sorrow to an end.



My love, my heart, my moonlight

The lost boys wear their monster masks

and tear apart their future’s past

to leave me in the dirt to weep

with consummated fears

and sticky tears -

but this wounded soul, it beats.



In the light of the moon

The fog rolls in

The journey begins

along bric a brack thoughts

and tangled knots

these woven passages seek.



In the light of the moon

Monsters look like men

Men look like little boys

Who think that women

are things to be broken

and used as toys.



My love, my heart, my moonlight

You told me to forget.

But the moon, the moon

She called to me

and whispered the secrets

of stupid boys

who bear the wounds of monsters.



My love, my heart, my moonlight

You told me to forget

But the moon, the moon

She claimed me

and whispered the secrets

of fragile boys

who were clawed apart by monsters.