Cold Moon from Shelf Life by Richie Reinholdt

this madness of the moon is crushing down on me like lead
it’s piercing silver beam is stirring doubt around my head
long before this night began it was oh so very close
grinding through my consciousness like heavy velvet dope

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moon go away leave me alone
find some other manic heart to chill cold as stone

my thoughts give way to sacrifice and second guessing trash
wasting too much time on sad emotional rehash
spears of false rejection and self imposed denial
cleaves my flesh to monuments of wounded souls on trial

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how can I turn the other cheek when both are black and blue
and all I see around me are nightmares coming true
where rabid social dogs with vengeful jaws are chasing me
and branding me with sores of festering animosity

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my only way home is through clouds of tragedy
believing that salvation lies in what others think of me
and wanting adulation for imaginary tones
dulcet incantations of repetitious groans

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by sunrise I’ll be waiting for redemption from the night
when lunar visions traded me for scorching golden light
and only it’s reflection glancing off the mirrored pond
offers any warning of similar nights to come

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