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Benethe the Killing Moon
written by blackened_rose03:51 AM 12/28/04The moon hides not only myself
It hides my feelings to
It helps me see people
And the things they do
My skin is pale as milk
My hair as black as coal
My eyes bluer then the ocean
My body so slender and full
To be benethe the trees
And watch people pass by
To see the people come to death
And by me, start to die
The gentle tug to the unliving
The gentle slide to being dead
The blood that comes so willing
For unto you I fed
You came unto my trap
You came unto my lie
You cannot begin to see
That for you, I do deny
Say goodby to this world
You don't need it anymore
Say goodby to this land
From it you are torn
As blood spills warmly
Down your neck
I suck so gently
As life drains from you
Cry for the river
Cry for your soul
Life only ends once
And you lived it full
Don't miss a thing
Don't miss a thought
The end if for the best
And for you, what I saught |
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