Waning side of the moon

You live in illusions of loneliness
...
They marked out the girl in the red dress, didn't they?
In Schindler's List
For shock, awe, and a deeper sense of sorrow

Is it alike everywhere?
Even on the other side?
Listening to Pink Floyd makes it dark
despite the low hopes
On this side of the waning moon

In her* box she left hope
The quintessential device
But for the sacrifice
Of excluding my kin, if not my kith (by forced exclusion within parenthesis, that I do not like)
But then again, they keep writing poems (so called)
For shock, awe, and a deeper sense of sorrow

Moments of levity cause pain
That's plagiarism @ Con Air
And not all things are fair.
Will it all end too soon?
May be. The party must still go on
On the other side of this waning moon

You worry, doesn't mean you care
I just huff, doesn't mean I don't worry
I do
...
On this side of the waning moon!

For those who knocked on heaven's door,
And hoped for a few Uzis and them flowers,
I feel a bit like Bob Dylan.
And his songs,
For shock, awe, and a deeper sense of sorrow

When everyone wants to lie,
You know you are right.
But when they ask you to follow their folly
There's a thing that's wrong,
That you can only correct,
On the other side of the waning moon!

When you cry, when you feel the shards of loneliness,
When you feel really left out, look out for me.
I'm alone, even when you talk to me

I have not myself for company, I killed me.

For shock, awe, and a deeper sense of sorrow
On this side of that waning moon.

*Pandora