No Rest For the Queer

Moonlight doth slay
The garish light of day
Creep upon those
Whos minds they close
In a final call
All eyes fall
Into a world
Where they belong

Yet we stay
Us strange ones say
“We cannot yet be
In that land of dreams
For once we enter
Tis hard to escape
Our souls they slip
Into a long lasting sleep
And the master of this land
He will smile and will keep
Our essence our sense
Our life our death
We scream and we shake
Till our one last breath”

Paranoid with fear
Trembling with dillusions
Holding tight
What we keep dear
In hope we can get
The lost rest we crave
What others find peace in
I see none but my grave