Blue Moon Covered Mist

I have been known to thrown my heart
against the wall, just to see if it sticks
some play these game for keeps
while others only play it for selfish kicks
they've stacked my hopes up like jagged bricks
in the shape of something similar to a red crucifix
planting it deep, off in the darkest of distance
where the mud, and the cement is made
from all the tears and the signals we have mixed
I long to rip my brain away from it's pulsing stem
ending any chances for such a frigid reminisce
once strangers , then lovers, before bitter enemies
forever, nothing more than a sea of phantoms
passing through in the blue moon coverd mist.