lunacy

darkness bites
on moon lit nights
where long psychotic gazes

tear from dreams
such silent screams
as breath withheld amazes

writhing beast
its soul released
in flight from evil praises

cedes to strain
a blood lust reign
upon these lunar phases

then, its shape
it wanes, escapes
to something that portrays us

like the thing
i killed last spring
whose tears, at times, betrays us

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