let the stars blend with the blood,
see what it becomes.
they don't know what is buried so deep,
a heart long since gone numb.
satin smiles and hidden flesh,
what do they know?
they don't hear the calling of the moon,
as the leering darkness grows.
so keep the morning warmth at bay,
what is this fear of light?
they won't know how bad things became,
until the heart loses its final fight.