Moon burning in red
Calling in whisper my name
I follow the path of lust without a shame
Haunting for a sip of bliss again
Are you a sinner of a saint
Little dreamer still living in me?
Heart of a child, a darkest memory
You were the one to leave me bleeding and cold
Or the one to save my lone soul?
Who are you
A dream of the night or a moment of love?
I still wonder — were you real or just a fleeting awe?
Bloodred moon’s still calling me
It drowns within cursing the feel
Being alive never meant to live
Moon burning in red
Calling in whisper my name
I follow the path of thirst without a shame
Haunting for a sip of bliss again
Linlin's Poetry 