Buried on the moon
The space the distance the mind
where do i stand howe close am i
to carry my sins as far as possible
grow my brains clear of mistakes
and a place where i can pretend
so, i can just dance and let
my insanity take shape and grow
into the true moment of despair.
My true desire the fight within my fire
forests of lies deep voices and satire
lanterns in the sky fly my desire
what is it like to be buried on the moon
would my pain and stress forever rest
decomposed my bones will fly through the space
my lies will terrorize new worlds above.
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