The moon stalks me

The moon stalks me, Crying crimson painted teardrops Harmonic pillows of my bleeding sanity, Dripping onto the sidewalk Infront of me each step i take Staining the soles of my shoes, As i try to escape my own madness, But it licks at the fringes of my alchohol numbed mind, Seeping into my pores Laughing at the winter air Drinks from my open veins, Splashing life into dark puddles Of my so ignorant love The willows weep for me as i pass Stunned into silence by the taunting shadow of reality, Dancing beneath the street lights Giddy with the realisation That has claimed another soul To collect dust on the shelves of its meticulously labelled trophy case I wish to surrendor to the puffs of the winds lay grasp, But i guess i'm already too frozen Because i cant even feel the water Filling my tundra blue lungs As it pushes my head below the levels of tepid indulgence Served out by the moons slain tears So i die in the ditches Among the days discarded litter -But at least i finally know How much i am actually worth to everyone -Including myself. Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 07:45 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10