Blood on the moon
There is blood on the moon,
said a man lying on the floor.
It overflowed and landed there,
the earth simply could hold no more.
Drenching soil and minds alike,
it had to find somewhere else to go.
So it seems the river will never end,
and it's start, far to drowned to know.
Weeping in the dark, screams filling the night,
desires twisted and deemed so wrong.
There is now blood on the moon,
in a demented swan song..
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