She lies beneath the moon
Silently bleeding
Quietly needing
Something to spark her soul
Anything to make her feel whole
Pain is pleasure, up is down
But she's sealed shut, not making a sound
She cries under the moon
Clutching her throat, mad with its phase
Searching for the golden hues, that heated gaze
Everything goes black to blue
Hear my call, say it be true
Can you hear her heart breaking?
It shatters as the trees start shaking
She lies beneath the moon
Its light kissing her wet face
Nothing to hold her in this darken place
Unmoved, untouched and filled with the strain
Under the fallen stars and crimson rain
The metal glints from the razor
Nothing or no one can ever save her.
