Analysis of Salem Moon

Salem Moon,
On a cold, sad day.
Where do you come from? My sad friend...
Me and you alike, taken from our beds.
Just a touch, no pain.
Are we even human?
or just human enough?
to feel the warmth, or the cold, hard, sorrow...

Salem Moon,
On a cold, sad, day.
Where do you come from?
Where do you go?
When life bears no witnesses, there's nobody to tell.
The tale.
It's a process.
Forever unseen, left alone.

I don't want to die.
I don't want to leave, for I've fallen
for the moon.