Moonlight. Let's have more than our share of the night.
Swallow it, take in huge lungfuls until we gasp for air.
When you kiss my frozen, blue lips and a death blooms
You'll finally know how sorrowful are the ways of man.
Touch that child's hand, see him pull away?
There's bile in his vomit and blood from his anus
flows into the reckless, lonesome river of night.
You finally know how sorrowful are the ways of man.
(Kelsey Bee)
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