Lament

By pyroglyphian · Nov 17, 2019 · ·
  1. excuse me while i slip into a sickness
    among the bones of dreams i've buried here
    a thousand eyes are smiling in the darkness
    a thousand knives are waiting, drawing near
    never to sleep again

    the waves are lapping gently on the shoreline
    a lonely moon stares dead from high above
    i lie upon the sand and make a bed here
    among the ashes of our dying love
    never to weep again

    sorrow won't need to find me tomorrow
    never return again
    never return
    never

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