Silence of dead one,
Feeding me sneakly.
I have a obsession about them,
With some reason.

Like what I feel,
While angels painting sky,
To hell's red.
Like what I hear,while the moon downs.

Depth of innocence,
Giving a abject plesaure to me.
Im burning with its desires,
Im burning with tyranny of sun.

Like I know,
I shouldnt have know.
Like I saw,
In my whole dreams,while I was full blind.

Like all the pain,
It will end one day.
And I will quit that obsession,
When I be one of them.

© MoonMan