Losing touch without the warmth and life of guiding light,
slow tendrils beckoning your every whisper and sigh of bliss,
coupled hope, unsolitary solitude.
We danced beneath the moon and sang with wolves,
the ancient songs of blackened souls and immortal love,
we felt, but we did not feel.
The moon doesn't burn the way your sun swallows matter,
I exhale only useless thoughts, unable to feed your flames,
windless breathing, shallow thinking.
I can't pry my mouth open with clouded eyes and empty veins,
my stars weren't your sun and I never burnt long enough,
charred eyes and dark memories,
burning brighter than the sun.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
Losing touch without the warmth and life of guiding light,
slow tendrils beckoning your every whisper and sigh of bliss,
coupled hope, unsolitary solitude.
We danced beneath the moon and sang with wolves,
the ancient songs of blackened souls and immortal love,
we felt, but we did not feel.
The moon doesn't burn the way your sun swallows matter,
I exhale only useless thoughts, unable to feed your flames,
windless breathing, shallow thinking.
I can't pry my mouth open with clouded eyes and empty veins,
my stars weren't your sun and I never burnt long enough,
charred eyes and dark memories,
burning brighter than the sun.
Written September 12, 2013
