Pale Moonlight

Pale moonlight was a ray of panic,
Came to dispel my sickened dream.
So scary astounding, but oh ecstatic -
I finally heard the inside's scream,
The mind's muted whimper,
The moaning of the guts...
The taste of blade even deeper
Again in the charred cuts.

Pale moonlight on my bed's come to hover
Counting every bilious heart's pound,
Every scratch, every wound, every ulcer, so you could smother
But no way to be found,
The fast shine of longing,
Someone's night whisper in the gutter.
A moment of awing -
What's left of that was a weak stutter.

Pale moonlight struck me with a thunder -
Then washed away without a trace.
Hardly could I in the dark even ponder
When watching your werewolf face.
Was it smiling or crying
In that animal's grin?
The shadow was flying
Through the statue alabaster skin.

Pale moonlight has got me early,
Reeking like some smell of slime
Promised to answer the questions
Of already livelong time.
Silhouettes on the concrete,
The black-and-white pictures I fear,
Shivers throve once I saw it,
Sounds I didn't want to hear.

Pale moonlight meant to haunt me
For months of gloom, maybe years
Giggling echos, so taunting -
I pillowed up my ears.
The skeletons in the basement,
To which I shut the door.
Pour me the sand of endearment -
I wouldn't wake up anymore.

- о патологическом чувстве вины (часто необоснованном), атакующем человека, которое создаёт манипулятор.