Crescent Moon

Серафима Пронина
Bury me alive
Put me in the sky
And let me cry it all out
With my emerald eyes.

Light the stars between my thighs
That will spark from time to time
They are vines of holy crime 
That have thirst to mystify you

Shine.
You’ve been brought here to remind
Any broken distant chime
That it rings to grind through.

If we’re all goddamn divine
Why I’m swirling down my spine
Why I’m trying to be mindful?
Fine.

Keep it up to feed the lines
That are cursed by being mine
That are demons on the rise
That are screaming for survival…

I give birth to blessed lies
Once a month, against the rivals.

Night,
Excite me with the pain of downfall.