Under the MoonLight Baby

Hearing tears of blood drop onto deaths carpet,
as you drag her away into another room to cause her death.
Being dragged away by a recidivist;
a dark angel of death baby.
Sometimes my darkness is much thicker, then my blood.
As I hear everything, my mind disfigures,
and tears my insides open.
My heart drops, as I see you on the floor covering your body from the tattoos he gave...
Blood pouring down your eyes, and music of cry's play everyday.
Nothing was said to any of us.

We start of fresh, but only with scars.
Behind your eyes lye torture, pain; a smile from the devil.
Trying to comfort you, but all I see is a blood bath waiting to approach.
My heart dies, my handshakes, as I see a note filled with love,
built from hatred.
Looking up the hill I see a rope, and a little doll with your face on it.
Blood pouring out your eyes;
I guess a cup of blood is more beautiful.
I stare until your scars, tattoo onto me, a trail of blood ripples this night.

Blood tickling down my check, as I pounce onto my victim.
I taste my darkness and add the blood to my soul.
A knife of gorgeous beauty,
commits such darkness.
Darkness that ripples in the past; and echo's in the future.

As collapse that night, I see the moon.
I feel the last drop of blood on my lips; and carry on with life.
The darkness covering me, the moon howling, the clouds whisper a small obstreperous cry.

Huh.

'I guess it's under the Moonlight Baby'