It is the moon that haunts me.
Watching me from above
It stares and beckons
Full and Red.
My joy taken
With the waning of the wilted beast.
Mind is turned against me in Mutiny.
Preservation; no longer a concern
Until I realise
It never was.
I’m scared of what I’ve become
And for those who may follow.
Apologies have no place here.
For I will never be able to ask your forgiveness.
All I have left
All I ever was
Is your unconditional love.
I am […]