Prayer of my Bleeding Moonlight

I find myself praying to the moon at night, longing to kiss her dark red lips, Her absence has made me a carcass only to be resurected by the taste of her kiss, This feeling, as if i am drenched in wretched flame, The sepperation of our hearts, and i am to blame, Her dark eyes continue to mezmerise me even from this distance, and even though i bleed for her, her voice makes my dark heart glisten, i hope the moon will answer my prayers, if not i am damned to pain, for my memories continue to play us dancing in the rain, if only i could see her again, i would kiss her a thousand more times, becausse this pain is umbearable and i bleed when i cry, i beg the moon to answer my prayers, if so i would be forever greatful, for i need her embrace and once i have obtained it, my heart will be forever blissful