The moon, it shone upon me, its darkest
Reflected on it, shone my darkest
The past, shards of broken glass
Regrets, the smothering gust of it
It all tamed, the make-believe adamant heart
And the door closed shut, was again wide open
Let not my lines,
have you thinking this is a tragic story,
for it is not, and neither it is the happiest of the lot
These very words,
the echoes of my heart, let it sound deep in yours,
that is if you are to fully comprehend it
The moon, the sky, the stars
Shatters upon me, confines behind the bars
Don't expect each of my line to rhyme
You waste away, but the clocks still chime
The song of the moon encompasses that of my own
Let my true intentions behind these lines not be shown.