When the moon soars abloom, The God rests the doom, Like a hand that guides a spoon, Moon that nests alone fresh and unborn, Slithers its way, The purest ache of yearning's sway, As the cloud take heed and veil it away.
why did I bother coming home when my home was not considered a house to live in anymore It was like a ticket all the way to hell Why don't you hold her hand and not mine I was drowned at sea, I should have died instead. Why am I still here? Wrapped in cords of machines and popping pills Just to keep me alive.