Even the moon wished not to gaze
Upon the spectacle that lay beneath it;
As I struggled to maintain poise
The blood I spilt flowed on and on,
...
Child-like naivety and lies are all that protect me from this torn world I call reality.
Each day, repetition are all I notice of life.
People come and people go, but no one stays.
...
Sin
Even the moon wished not to gaze
Upon the spectacle that lay beneath it;
As I struggled to maintain poise
The blood I spilt flowed on and on,
As red as the apples of Eden