Melancholy pondering thoughts of my mistrust.
Your the one who will die, though a death unjust...
A total eclipse...Absence of light...
The sun is fading into the dark...
Your chest is a carcass
able to hide...
Don't tell me I'm stupid
That I should just shut my mouth...
It's funny how you screamed it
when you were trying to hate me...
What if our dreams are but imagined
and our nightmares always real...
Maybe one of you lovelies could tell me what this...
Now...
This is the dark dawn, the stars still hanging on...
Swaying slightly in the breeze, pulling the tides...
Black cannot be turned to white,
Not even a dull shade of grey...
Nightmares of broken butterflies
Wings torn, their voices faint lullabies...
It's almost humorous to me
that while my ship's mast is going under...
It seems that
Happiness...