Page 16 of Unhinged Omega

the last time i got out

the last time i was caught again

break free

but more chains come

always more

explosions rock earth again

ears ring

head spins

cannot focus

cannot think

where is my moon?

where is my song?

need her

need her

need her

chains pull tight

too many now

cannot break them all

roar in fury

roar in pain

roar in loss

bullets do not hurt

but this hurts

last thing i see is white-hair coming

red coat

red moons where eyes should be

above him, a sliver of white

the crescent of my moon

she came to say goodbye

hear her song one last time

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