Years pass by on my soul
I wax and wane with the cycles of the moon
Cycles I hold so dearly
They remind me of when I was new

Lovers intertwined in pain
Victim and perpetrator seemingly the same
Lost hope never returns
When victims are framed

Wish candles burn out
Stars dim and fade
Oceans tire

Rain ceases to cleanse
Blood red hands
Tears of…read more