Girl sitting in moon that is melting. Shall we lay amongst the beach whilst the tides ebb and revive. Eying the light seizing our night; or shall we imagine ourselves upon the crescent moon as it controls our time waxing and waning.
She whispered to my nightly, constantly an ever soft lullaby and a a prayer. Haunting echos spiraled recklessly through my cadaver, over and over I sought to live but yet I could not except if basking in her lurid glow.