Cold Moon from Call Me by Britchy

COLD MOON
© 2009 Richie Reinholdt

This madness of the moon is crushing down on me like lead
Its piercing silver beams stirring doubts around my head
And long before this night began I could feel it getting close
Grinding through my consciousness like heavy velvet dope

Oh moon go away leave me alone
Find some other manic heart to chill cold as stone

My thoughts give way to sacrifice and second-guessing trash
Wasting too much time on sad emotional rehash
Spears of false rejection and self-imposed denial
Cleave my flesh to monuments of wounded souls on trial

How can I turn the other cheek when both are black and blue
And all I see around me are nightmares coming true
Where rabid social dogs with vengeful jaws are chasing me
Branding me with sores of animosity

My only way home is through clouds of tragedy
Believing my salvation lies in what others think of me
And wanting adulation for imaginary tones
Dulcet incantations of repetitious drones

By sunrise I’ll be waiting for redemption from the night
When lunar visions traded me for scorching golden light
And only its reflection glancing off the mirrored pond
Offers any warning of similar nights to come

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