Thorns Beneath the Moon

"Thorns Beneath the Moon"

Beneath the moon’s pale, watching eye,
She lays me down where roses die.
Their petals drip with crimson dew—
Each thorn a vow I bleed for you.

Your lips, a blade of velvet sin,
Carve love like scripture in my skin.
And every scream, a lover’s tune,
Echoes sweet beneath the moon.

A rosary of scars I keep,
Where kisses once cut far too deep.

Your shadow dances in my chest—
A holy pain I can't detest.

We feast on wounds and shattered trust,
Turn aching hearts to sacred dust.
Your smile, the axe; your gaze, the noose—
And still I beg for no excuse.

Oh let me drown in your perfume,
Where roses rot and madness blooms.
For love, in chains, is love most true—