Watching a full moon,
trying to mend myself, meeting
the hermit of me.

A sacred promise
was made under the eyes of moon
I don't know why.

The quirk of fate?
Can you decipher the script
of unwritten oath?

I am wounded,
but no one wants to heal me.
I am wounded,
but no one seems to notice.
I am wounded,
but I still get dirt thrown on me.
I am wounded,
but the world doesn't care.

Control,
It wasn’t hard letting go of you.
It was hard letting go of the person,
I thought I was when I was with you.

I dream in morphine,
scream for the guillotine,
as the unforeseen seems too obscene.

I dream extreme,
fire in my bloodstream,
too headstrong to belong.

I dream for sunbeams,
to quiet the melancholic theme,
punishment it seems.

I dream for moonbeams,
a healing grace upon my face,
a mother’s gentle embrace.

I dream for peace,
a place among the human race,
without my diseaseful anguish.

I dream to be seen,
for who I am and not my defeat,
a need to please but feel at ease.