I cannot see the moon tonight
It giggles and runs from me
The blushing bride
Someone painted out the stars tonight
Making the sea of black complete
It was me you know
I painted over each star with me tears
The tears I chained to the moon
So only the moon could see me weep
Even the street lamps cry for me
Tears on the face of a giant
The man-made pain
They tried to make stars they can control
Need the power
I am the only one who sees through it
Even the moth is fooled
Gazing lustfully at the light
It can see no fault
It’s all pure and good and light it thinks
But it’s not
All it does is hide the darkness
Lull you falsely to sleep
The moth sees the beauty but not the pain
Beauty is pain
Get too close and it will scorch you
It hates you
Hates everything that is not the dark with which it flirts
Poor moth
No one understands you like I do
Compared to the butterfly you’ll never shine
You ignore the pain that beauty brings
Poor moth
I am you
That’s why I put out the stars tonight
So you and I could see only the false light
Fly only to things within our reach
So when we fall we do not fall from heaven