The Pull

Blame it on the moon.
The madness you hide
and the one you show,
the hate stored in your soul!
The darkness you protect
while it eats you whole,
decaying your brain
killing your thoughts!

The pain you use
to kill what you are,
your hastening heartbeat
your poisoned blood!
The glass in your hand
your blurried sight,
the shake in your body
your spoiled blood!

A fear that blinds you,
those shivers in your spine
your legs that wont move
your crying eyes!
The adrenaline in your heart
the pressure in your chest
blame it all, blame it,
on that perfectly round shape!


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