I can't go home

You shouldn't ask why

If you must know

I will try to explain

Home I am alone

No matter who is there

It is too easy to find a dark corner

In my soul


There is darkness there

No matter how many lights are on

It is a pitch-black island

With the moon a shining blade


On the island of my home, I want


To pluck the shimmering moon from the sky

Flash it down in a sharpened arch

Into my soft arm

The blade moon slicing deep

Drawing crimson blood

That will make a sea

Around my island