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Crescent Moon

I live on the dark side 
of the moon 
in the crescent blue. 

I live my life in reverse, 
hamster on the wheel. 
Time passes still.

An absurd 
monomaniacal obsession 
leaves me stranded 
every time, 

lost in an ocean abyss 
sinking in my sinking ship, 
sick at heart, sick of mind, 
sick of time 

passes still

on the dark side 
of the crescent moon 
I bloom in blue 
just for you. 

Moth to the candle flame, 
mind fused with pain. 

The pleasure 
of a thousand suns 
burns beautiful, 
pure white oblivion. 
I hear it calling.

In sleep, I cry out 
and daylight despair. 
My faustian bargain, 
signed, sealed in blood.

Double minded, 
a war inside.
Puppet on a string 
longs for freedom 

passes still

my fatal attraction, 
death of me,
a dire obsession 
does a subordinate make.

Sodden is the mind, 
murky water all around, 
cannot swim away, 
cannot stay and drown.

Time passes still. 


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