Saturday 8 October 2016

light, gloom

Well that kind of love
is the killing kind

I am a shadow
I am a moonchild

I have no body, have I
I don’t exist, do I
I can’t stand no more, can I
I won’t survive here, will I

Who are you all
Who are all those people
passing by
am I the center
of the Universe?

I hear them
crashing
smashing
screaming
and bleeding

at night
I open my eyes
with a crash

light
enlighten me
gloom
absorb me

hey you
talk to me sometimes
I wonder

where and who are you dying with

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