Watch the moon, she bleed in my cup
Pour it on my wrist, let the silver erupt
Tattoos of trauma, skin shimmer like maggots
I fuck the night sky, leave stardust on mattresses
Voices in the dark say “kid, you ain’t built to last”
So I moon-walk on graves, let the past kiss my ass
Lunar liquor dripping, consciousness slipperin’
I howl at myself—ain’t no God, just the sinner in me