The moonlight is your silhouette

My eye dances across your incandescent figure like the elder gems of the night burning high above the atmosphere. Abysmal darkness fills my mind but the touch is still serene. Lowly you lay like the decedent ode to treachery. The infinity of tears wash my feet below the ocean shore, but snarl at the way I cringe and moan. Gorged life through the anonymity of the killing eye. It is not for her shadow. It is not for her daunting ways of allurement. It is the kind eye that strangles the waves of nostalgia into submission. Every moment, every breathe, every aura, the attachment of not knowing. I've broken down the walls of society to see truth, but got lost into nothing at all.