In my evening
Though your lunar eyes
Nocturnal creature
For thee you are
An enchantment I cast
Possessing your soul
Dire you are
To feel no love
Like a useless doll
My adorable abomination
You mourn for perfection
But none was given
To damn your God
That tossed you aside
As a failed creation
Begging to be loved
But none was given
A grain of sand, a cup of water
A form of flesh, sculpting your birth
For a creation of life
To twist the fate
That you'd rather die
To feel your suffering no more