The Crescent Moon sits in the sky with it's questioning half shadow form
As the lonely man asks why, why? To himself, he slowly dies as he stares up into the starry sky, he asks why, why? Dead he lies in his shadow form creating a new soul for his own, crying and hiding and asking why, why? This girl he loves slowly loves him in her mind and he asks why, why? Demon dealing and girlfriend stealing only to be left behind inside but outside he sits beside himself and runs and cries and hides as he screams why, why? Closing in behind, telling himself how he lives through his obsessions, hallucinating his dreams, not meaning what he sees, flying through the midnight sky, flying and crying, running and hiding he asks himself why, why? His Valentine sees him not as he looks at himself everyday. She sees him on the inside and knows that he is in pain, maimed and un-tamed, it only brings her closer to him, she won't run away. If anything she wants to save him, to love him, to be with him, but he screams and hides every emotion of this world in his head, suppressing hate, anger and love within his heart until the volatile mix murders his passion and soul he can feel no more. He sits and he cries to himself why, why? She sits with him and together they cry and die asking why, why? They embrace each other and as he cries, she cries and as he laughs, she laughs too, and finally they love each other and the puzzling paradoxical question that they had both been pondering has been answered. Why, why? ...Valentine.
