Is there is a river that can touch the dark side of the moon?
Tears all over, blending with the black rain, with all the pain.
Some were furious, and some were sharp, stabbing the skin of the breeze, playing awful screams.
Cry, baby. Scavengers escaped you, and the colors decreased behind the dark side of the moon.
The river was full of floating skulls, gravity can't hold down.
Darling, I'm swimming to the moon, I'm flowing with the river.
The universe needs another monster.