The moon, a heart disorientated in love. Yearning for a star she could never touch. He follows not far along, and she, Looking down at a spinning compass, A guide in her dreams to him. Oneiros unlocks the portal for her to see, That he cries for her. Do you cry for me? You weep, but pretend it is a laugh, Like Dolos shapeshifting into human form. You gesture friendship, you throw your shirt on me. I feel your warmth. Eyes open, chest aches. Awake. No! Sleep! Your face, your skin so close. So real. Sleep. Please sleep, so I can be with him once more. Darkness falls, in part two. The truth. A nightmare emerges, the succubus comes to deceive, "I am the victim!" she cries, pointing her finger at me. Saccharine lies, sweet words seducing you. You fool! No victim is she. I hear you roar out to me. Now you hate me. Now you hate me, so. No! Archangel Michael, please wake me From this terrible gospel. The sun burns A feverish orb and the star is gone. The compass now pointing north, No friend, no more.