Waxing and Waning - Found in an old email account from 02/09/04. 2004 was a time spent working at an O2 call-centre. Feel the pain

The gibbous moon shimmers softly,
A haze of rotten chalk
Blending on the lagoon light,
Holding secrets never taught


Stretching its thousand faces,
Into the madman’s mind
The tendrils of its corruption,
Too deep for man to find

Pain increases tenfold,
Mental wounds suspending
Heart inside grows cold,
In darkness neverending.