The rain, sits tightly
up above, in dark clouds,
contemplating release,
hiding the light, and graying
out the land we sit idly upon
Her eyes glimmer, with
shades of gold as she
falls away, from me
eternally
cold skin with moonlight dancing
upon the surface, flies and nats
swarming delicate flesh
I am dead
My mind continues and does my body
to what end? I've already lost it
somewhere to the deep rumbling calls
of the ocean
Dancers will dance
Singers will sing
Lovers will love
As dead men lay on the eve
of the summits demise
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
The rain, sits tightly
up above, in dark clouds,
contemplating release,
hiding the light, and graying
out the land we sit idly upon
Her eyes glimmer, with
shades of gold as she
falls away, from me
eternally
cold skin with moonlight dancing
upon the surface, flies and nats
swarming delicate flesh
I am dead
My mind continues and does my body
to what end? I've already lost it
somewhere to the deep rumbling calls
of the ocean
Dancers will dance
Singers will sing
Lovers will love
As dead men lay on the eve
of the summits demise
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