Connect the dots, look for blank spots in the string of unconscious consciousness.
The moon is bright, the scenery right for self-reflection.
The mood is bland, such is the trend of sad and lonely thoughts.
Alone is fear, in public dread. During the day tied up with soul stealing routines, during the night feeling useless and out of means.
Under the cold light of the sun, the feverish gleam of the moon, I act tough, I'm feeling desperate, I fear being see-through, I fear being put up against you.
Lunar beams shoot you see-through, solar flares melt me opaque. Celestial projectiles get us both to reunite once more.
I was fear, I was more the less you think you're worth.
You were courage, you were more the less people cared about themselves.
We are nothing, we are empty, we were everything.
We will never break apart.