Page 11 of Unhinged Omega

maybe mine will heal me too

maybe mine will even smile at me

maybe mine will touch me

her song is getting louder

every night, clearer

i must be getting closer

white stone gleams ahead

pieces of moon, fallen to earth

decorated with glass

stones reach up, up, up

hands trying to touch sky

hands trying to touch my moon

hands grabbing at stars

i understand

want her for myself

beautiful

too beautiful for monsters like me

but she calls me

she must be here

where else would moonlight live?

of course she lives here

where even stones reach for her

will she be happy i came?

will she reach out and touch me?

can i hope for that much of heaven?

but must be careful

must stay hidden

humans hate monsters

rumble makes ground shake

not earthquake

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