Plorae

I look up at the moon
The moon that I know so well
But the moon does not know me
So it says, "do go to Hell"

Like the creature in my mind
Sleeping softly I eye and pine

She doesn't know I know her yet
Less than mutually, we're both upset

They say a shark can sense a pulse
From a length away of nine feet
So why must this drum inside my chest
Send you to climb in trees?

You came to me as a faint swan
Broken facial features and red hair quaintly drawn

But now you rule like a fisted queen
Spades of Black with daggers preened

Oh, I guess I shouldn't say it's over
There's just this disturbing weight upon my shoulder
But I guess maybe she doesn't know
It's just my life I've gone and blown