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The Bottle and The Moon

They say I've lost my mind,

But I've lost something far more dear.

Not the thoughts that twist and wind,

But the one I held so near.

Angelica, my truest flame,

A star that burned too bright.

Now all that's left's an empty name,

And the shards of endless night.

They took me to the Moon, they said,

To find what I had lost.

But all I found was glass instead,

And the price it surely cost.

A bottle labeled "Sanity,"

Its contents cold and clear.

But what's the use of sanity,

When she is not here?

I shattered it, the glass, the lie,

The liquid pooled like tears.

For what's the truth beneath the sky?

What's love without its fears?

I raged against the heavens high,

I screamed into the void.

But silence was the only reply,

And madness my reward.

Oh, Angelica, my heart's lament,

My fury's only cause.

Why must I bear this punishment,

This love without its laws?

The Moon is cold, the stars are still,

The night is vast and deep.

And I am but a broken will,

A soul that cannot weep.

They say I've lost my mind,

But I've lost something far more dear.

Not the thoughts that twist and wind,

But the one I held so near.