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Moonlight

The moonlight scorches my skin, in such silent abuse I lay
A tear drop drink and a gentle hand casts pictures of the pain

The emptiness of pitch, sick tar like taint rolling over a fragmented mind lay hallow
Such kind cruelty blows off ocean shores, I swallow

Men of sick evil souls…
Paint pictures of their ghosts…

Many demented fantasies crawl gingerly into a wandering moment of moonlight gloom
Actions of hatred make sane men things…

Decrepit rape of the soul engulfs the child bloodied and bruised…

Will…

Escape…

Leave the day that life ended and a body fell humiliated and used…

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