Lying at the bottom of a
Bottle
Endlessly drowning
In the
Blues of ratchet silence
Wasting away among dead
Roses of red
The soil below molds the
Tears
The grooves alow them to
Flow
*Deep into a blackened
Sea
The only one who knows me
The dark side of the
Moon
Doesn't smile
The light side of the sun
Stings
The crisp air Burns open
Wounds
My skin sheds
The longest hour taken
By two
Hands