Words float to the surface
from sunken ships
they form like babies
on baby's lips
they flutter like wings
of a butterfly chip
that will beat a thousand years
i walk this madness into the Sun
i burn the sadness
now it is done
i hope to find you
while on the run
lover who sheds no tears
strands collected
time to start
pump the blood that plays the part
of what was once a raging heart
now craves for what was lost
Replicant rises to face the day
memories surface
then drift away
perhaps returning
next time he lay
beneath the constant Moon
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
Words float to the surface
from sunken ships
they form like babies
on baby's lips
they flutter like wings
of a butterfly chip
that will beat a thousand years
i walk this madness into the Sun
i burn the sadness
now it is done
i hope to find you
while on the run
lover who sheds no tears
strands collected
time to start
pump the blood that plays the part
of what was once a raging heart
now craves for what was lost
Replicant rises to face the day
memories surface
then drift away
perhaps returning
next time he lay
beneath the constant Moon
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