The very moon I loved wanted to murder me in its light

The one who has saved me was the same one to leave me to die

It seems that all the wrongs seem to come from what’s right

I cannot tell what hurts more: the hello or good bye

Your presence seems to devour me whole

You tie me to the stake and hang me from the pole

Your light shines bright and I’m still alive

My heart you pilfer, my soul you derive