FIGHTS BY HIDDEN MOONS
Again we start anew.
With broken limbs we begin the fight.
The night sky frowns upon us , as she retrieves her moon and takes away our light.
Trapped in the dark, we fight to the death.
Trapped in my mind, I'm blind to my reality.
As we move at and against each other, the war in my mind rages as the coming storm.
Together, we are weak against the gathering clouds.
Yes, the night sky has taken her moon.
And in it's place the dark clouds of my life's storms.
Even when they say two is greater than one...
But we aren't two.
We are one. You and me, one together.
Split in two unequal halves.
