Moon-Lust

She has eyes
which lure you inside them
Stirring minds to a brew
Spells which fell upon the palms
of those who love
well beyond Mars
The stars belong to her
They have fallen for her lies
in the skies of dying hearts
marked by her touch
"Oh that touch"
That touch which rushes through my veins
leaving scars
and stains of mayhem within me
May I never recover?
Her hands are made of quicksand
I'm sinking deep into her sleep
Her lips are poison to mine
Many have died in her kiss
Her love
Oh how her love swallows me from above
For she is the moonlight
and I
I am left a lunatic. "AWOOooool!!