Tuscaloosa Moonlight

The Man in the Moon gazes down upon the terrace

and you're overwhelmed with a new found sense of terror

that you attempt to hide behind your faking and some flare, 

for you worry that, if found out, they will stare

upon this torn and shattered sordid mess of tears.

As your soul is sheered clean free from bone

you contemplate your life alone,

your dreams destroyed and made a show,

for now it seems you finally know

that nothing's sacred anymore.

You delve through a library

of musty tomes of memory,

as you're reminded painfully

of just how good life used to be

back when it was you and me.

And as the clock is nearing day

you hide the past and from the shame

and sleep among rekindled flames,

while leaving me to take the blame

forsaking all just for a name.