By Moonlight

As the sun goes down so does my heart,
I've made pulling down spirits into an art.
My soul as my canvas,
My sorrow's my paint,
The goal: my life with blackness to taint.

By sunlight my sky seems ever so clear,
Moonlight brings dark clouds, as my tears.
Thunder's my heart beat,
Lightning: my pain,
So hollow my heart hangs with each stain.

The heartache tears like blades at my flesh,
Each night my misery drips, red, glistening, fresh.
The world as my cleaver,
My blood the remorse,
Each day attempts happiness with desperate force.