The Moon is Agony...

Tonight the moon is full to the brim

with tired souls of men who lost the most important thing in their lives

It shines brightest full

Why does God put this thing above me?

Is it to remind me? To torture me?

The moon taunts me with its agony

It will not leave me alone

Every month it is the same

Half circles

Quarters

Crescents

Full circles

It teases me

saying nothing

Like a lover seeks revenge

it just gloats

With tired souls of men who lost the most important thing in their lives

We are woven together

By distance

By madness

By time

By love

We Shine...

-TheStory