About being used and abused, let it be by a person you thought you could trust or an otherworldly stranger.

Every so often you will see
Moonglow beckoning in his eyes
A terrifying infinity
That wears a man as its disguise

Every so often you will feel
Phantoms eating all your thoughts
The holes in you refuse to heal
Trying to run but always caught

Every great while he will burn
An ember of guilt inside his soul
But in the end he won't return
The things of yours he soiled and stole

Every day you try to forget
The moonglow beckoning in his eyes
And every night the same regret
Just like him, a part of you dies

The End

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