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the stars speak in eager whispers
the clown in the painting
a tear falls from it's eyes
flooding the world
no longer is there living
below the gleaming stars
that blink with unknown assurness
what is it they imagine?
Is there more than Luna?
when she speaks the whole world lies dormant
only those who stand her voice bawl out before her
can I be one of her children?
my Sun I cannot bear
waking before his bright reaching hands
a walking corpse I relfect
Do I need no other reason?
sadness he's surrveyed
reaching out from the frame
now missing in the glasswork
I have no other reason
no will to wake from suffocation
he is gone, it is gone
no sadness do I hold
no emotion, no soul
 Aeolith · Sun Nov 18, 2007 @ 07:14am · 0 Comments |
