Breaking Moonlight
I can see the see specter disapear into a silver chained box smashed into sweet splintered dreams by your invisable hand drowning in my own blood as my fingers are cracked one by one.. upon my coffin no burial rite was read you threw me into the dead sea watching the dead blank moon with a ball and chain still attached- to my withered starved ankles death may lie resting on me for a moment- but the sun may rise casting the shadow on you like a Curse you breathe dark requiems but still show for Sunday's mass never thinking of that broken night you drowned the light fading away with the tide the moonlight has broken Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 12:14 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I can see the see specter disapear..."