Below the Cold Moon

I'm wary of my yearning To flourish like the rays of the cold moon's caress Concerns are filling, I'm craving to slowly Nourish what resides inside the dying flesh And saturate the senses in the glare that lends reflection And mend them from within Feast upon obsessions, yet starving for thrills That have crept along the chills of the cold moon's skin I could have done more without a promise sworn To make sure these nights were never born Now there is nothing more I can do to ensure That the days that have came before Will remain untouched by the future Keeper of secrecy, reflect my needs back to me Keeper of secrecy, send them after me I'm startled by such scarce beauty The rarity that may not appear If it is what cannot be seen, I will bear the scrutiny And be stirred and stabbed in he cold moon's mirror And saturate the senses in the glare that lends reflection And mend them from within Feast upon obsessions, yet starving for thrills That are carved along the chills of the cold moon's skin I could have done more without a promise sworn To make sure these nights were never born Now there is nothing more I can do to ensure That the days that have came before Will remain untouched by the future Keeper of secrecy, reflect my needs back to me Send them, come to me At the alter slaughtering The cold moon's precious offering A trusted gift for a subconscious prayer Drifts down sustenance for nothing Drifts down sustenance for nothing But my life that has been spared Below the cold moon, below the cold moon My life has been spared Below the cold moon, below the cold moon