Tears fall from the bright midnight moon
Like the loss of innocence within our eyes
We are the two lovers lost within a swoon
And neither shall wake from the devils guise
Twisting in the bitter sweet coitus of lust
We are found in the binding of this mood
Muscles tighten within each painful thrust
Like the skin of man we are ready to be used
Forever indebted to the youthful siren
I will cherish my destruction upon the sand
By that delightful moment known only as Charon
An evil found between boyhood and becoming a man
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