I watched my moon with abandon,
Hidden by the shadows of our lives;
A blackened hole in space and time:
No light could shine upon our love
That night.

“Would you lie for me?”
She etched the words
Into my skin with pallid lips.

“Would you die for me?”
She asked me, as I stared
Into my own lunar eclipse.

Her moon was pale and warm that night
Shining, bright upon our naked forms;
Twin snakes dancing in our shadows wake,
And raging for the freedom to feel again.

My moon lay hidden with disease
Above the breeze which called us together;
Wrapped within the incest
Of the shadows
Of a world gone mad.

“Will you dream of me?”
In the shadow which was our love.

“Will you stay here for me?”
Last words, my eloquent dove.

I saw the stars falling, and I believe
My moon, too, upon the leaves has fallen
As I stare
Into the eclipse of my scantly beating heart.

“You're falling apart...”
Her pale eyes reflected with scorn
The sullen depths of my barren sky.

As the words sunk in
Shaping my future dreams,
As my moon emerged
A metallic shard gleams,
As my heart exploded,
Silent screams imploded,
And subtle pieces of the moon fell gently upon my back.