Playing God Under Moonlight

Forgone twilight
I dance under moonlight
Ritual of the dead platonic optimist
I want you, I want you
Irrespective reality
I just want you to be mad with me

Tears don't fall
They cut a path
These bullets pierce the sun
And with its corpse
I hide remorse
So I can dance in moonlight

Palms decorated with crystals
Bare chested, barefoot
Warm ribs breathing stardust
I bathed in the rivers alone
Now I play god in my garden

Tears don't fall
They cut a path
These bullets pierce the sun
(What God has bled to make the sky this red?)
And with its corpse
I hide remorse
So I can dance in moonlight

I feel the need to remember this
These metaphysical politics
Unremitting and forever conflicting



Credits
Writer(s): Liam Macmillan
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