There are mornings
when I wake up...
Tear runs down a sallow cheek
aged body lies in the bier...
I haven’t seen the sun
My world is blanketed in dark clouds...
I'm open, I'm hoping,
this isn't the real me...
silent robbery
forming a consuming void...
fallen soft white form
coated in a crimson smile...
tears stain hollow cheeks
lips sealed...
I can feel the wight
In your breath...
In the haunting darkness of the night
wrapped in a blanket of comfort...
Hello Clementine,
My darling dear...
I leave it all to pieces for my broken heart,
frozen in this moment as I leave it all behind...
I talk to you-
about how the moon turns...