The moon

And 'your smile still have the tears that fell upon its lips'
No one could see except me.
As you try to veil in mysticism.
You try to scream through musings.
Your loneliness only echoes.
Your search ends no where.

They play with your feelings,
Lusting for your flesh.
They all are the same.
Scars are all that remains.
For them you are just a transitory challenge.

Seclude yourself in darkness my moon.
Bloom in the shadows,
Crescent or full.