Letters To the Moon Part Iii

Dear Son of the Moon, How do you tell such beautiful lies? Because your lips, they don't give off the slightest quiver. Only a smirk. a smirk whose hidden meaning I thought to be whimsical. but no; you're malicious. because you speak of sin with the kiss of a dove and the sincerity of heaven. How do you tell such beautiful lies? Son on the Moon, I can see the way you glower over her with your eyes of coal. Lust drips from every pore of your aura the way skin melts off a corpse that's been dipped into acid. because she is sin and you want a taste of all that is wrath and greed. you tell your beautiful lies with a carelessly devoted whisper and She is yours. because your heart of steel is coaxed with cocaine and she's confused the high with the truth. She's been in the dark for so long that she's blinded by the flash of your Polaroid camera that will all to quickly fade away. but she doesn't know that. You are her sun and she's reaching for as much light as she possibly can because your warmth is euphoria. . Son of the Moon, How do you tell such beautiful lies.