Moon Presence

Claws tearing through my skull

Telling lies to cut my soul;

The doctor’s office is oh so droll

So keep the pressure ‘till it turns to coal.

The fragile voice begins to slip,

Then the horses start to clip,

They tell me slowly to take a sip

Of spoiled milk, that vile nip.

Nurses slowly drain the bile,

Storing gently in his file.

Labeling records: K for Kyle,

Fashions oh so out of style.

Sedatives quickly drain my mind,

Locking love out of time.

Why do they tell me to bite the lime?

They cut the flesh, out pours wine.

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