Friday, October 2, 2015

Dripping Blood Moons

Deathly silence
Transparent hollows of emptied chambers
That once pumped love
Being drained without choice
Following the chasm that is grooved out
Each drop removing light from the eyes
As face becomes flush
The void is growing thick
Heavy upon the chest
As the lungs are collapsed
Where is the rebirth?
Blackness covers the soul
As above
The lesser light bathes
In the life source
Filmed by those lost
To the sting of love

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