Phantom Moon

Amidst the many insignificant things crowding my thoughts, there is a place I always want to go. To a land so pure and unknown to anyone, veiled from other people’s prying eyes, hidden deep beneath the chaos of my mind. This is the creation of thoughts and feelings fused together. A manifestation of something incorporeal but cursed with an endless succession of bad luck. There, the one-eyed moon stares down at every creature and the wings of passion are forever bind by the chains of agony. A pool of water forms from the tears of heaven and blood is what sprinkles the earth. The kind of world that now belongs to the distant past, inexistent, hanging in the sky, only but a reflection of something about to come.


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