Moonless

Intoxicated
Leave behind the skin of who I once was
Losing perception, all is lost without an effort to persuade myself from dying
Intrusive pleasure
A desire to live amongst men who dream of living
Pursue the thoughts that make me feel less of a feeling
Residual effects of a lingering damage
Entice my soul to cross it's altered contortions
Pleading with my own mind, genuinely losing time
Days pass in empty grey as I view a sea of blues and greens, the aura of mystery
All I need is a hole in my head
As if the end can bring a sense of humor into a single paradox

A cycle of repeated atrocities
The moon has finally dissipated from me