Cry to the moon

 Gleaming in the pale moonlight,
Making love after midnight,
All the sinners gather around,
We will bless one another with pleasing sounds,
Biting and clawing into backs and chests,
My lips bleed a shining red,

We are the damned in a wasteland,
Outcasts in a world unoriginal,
Impregnated by lust,
Boiling with desires,
Our balls about to bust,
Time is not dire,

We lift our heads to the moon,
Howling like wolves do,
This is our religion,
The is no better privilege,
We will act like animals,
We are no longer mammals,
Bodies sliding against one another,
Fluids spill under the moon's cover,
Drunkenly chanting praise,
We know how to party,
We know how to pray,
Worship the moon,
We will be dead soon.