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WiltingMoon May 2016
And I someday dream once more be apart of the willow trees
With their leafs cradling all my worries
All my pain
Away with the bitter sweet wind
That blesses me to be strong till new day
To stand without relying on the stars to hold me tall
To walk without the guidance of the moon that does fall
To be free from the cage that keeps me from the soft night sky
And to speak the five words that have balanced the evil out in my head...

*I'm free... And proudly me
WiltingMoon May 2016
Dressed in black
I take my stand
Grasp my pen
In my blood soaked hand...

With darkness my army
And silence our song
I confront the lies
That have gone on to long...

Mighty I stand
With my strength behind me
Marching along
With the wish to be free...

I lead my pen
To battle with the page
For the truth it sets free
From the hell rotting cage...
WiltingMoon May 2016
And the moment your delicate fingers guided across my skin
All I could think about was the music I first heard you play the night we meet
And how it was the combination of your fingers and a soft paino note
That told me it was you I am ament to forever love
WiltingMoon May 2016
The plead of love
Forever stains my hands
The colour of your heart
Always to be seen
Your voice
Bouncing forever in my head
The light in your eyes
Shall rid my sleep for eternity
It was love I asked for
It was the kiss of your peace I craved
It was your touch of warmth I miss every day
I wished for your love
That's now spilt on the floor
Staining my hand's
Blinding my eye's...
I asked for silence of your touch
For my breath to be felt again
For my sight to again clear
For your mind to reverse back...
To the day we meet
To the day I knew
To the day I thought I truly loved you...
I'm sorry that I spilt your love on the floor
When it was mine you wanted spilt...
WiltingMoon May 2016
Chains
What holds me to hate
What holds me from future
What holds me here...
Rubbing my skin
Till red and raw
The sting of blood on cool metal
An all to familiar feeling...
Each link
My breath
Each link
My mistakes
Each link
Breakable...
Did I know
I held the bolt cutters all along?
I saw the key withjn my grasp?
Did I know
It was I that held onto the chain?...
The past does pass
The chains do rust
And the skin dose heal
As realize...
Chains can be broken
And the future can be reached
WiltingMoon May 2016
Small leaf with the veins colours purple
Falls upon the pale skin of mine
Like a drop from the sky
It becomes bigger at impact
Purple greeting blue like a friend
The veins of the leaf now unrecognisable
Looking like a plum to bitter to eat
Beautiful colour
Horrifying meaning
Leafs from the branches of the black tree
With it's evil shading it's world
Sending it's leafs to fall on the weak
The 'loved' one of theirs...
Small leafs with veins coloured purple
Beautiful when fallen on pale skin of mine
But small leafs is what I tell myself
To forget the purple truth called pain...
WiltingMoon May 2016
In the final wind that carried my warmth
I saw a world were love was so real
The chill of wilting petals
And pain of fading sunsets
Are seen as beauty for the lost
We had not loved the sent of the rose
Nor the light of the sun
Enough in our eyes
So it moves on from our presents
To the world after...
Were the sent dances in the sunset
Bathing in my warmth
A place were beauty is truly seen
A place were compassion is truly shown
A place...
Were love is truly real...
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