Out of Harvest Moon
Whittling pink, pale flesh
Down to size
Down to size
Down to size
Streams of moonbeams
Dribble down his chin
As I feel
My penance start
My darkness follows suit
Down deep inside
Down deep inside
Down deep inside
Streams of heartbeats
Dribble down his chin
The Moon's eyes
Old and tired
Reflect my own
They cannot lie
They cannot lie
They cannot lie
Streams of regret
Dribble down his chin
A starving darkness
Consumes us both
We wonder who'll be
First to die
First to die
First to die
Only stars know who won
But they'll never tell
Copyright © 2009 WML
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