as grief gets lost
between strange voices
the night tempers the light
the soul does not to get used
to what determines
the real future
language without words
carves in pale cheeks
drifting away from beacons,
it indicates a death wish
it is the way of nature
which gnaws on the horizon,
extinguishing breathing fire;
the world is beset
if sadness hues my earth,
the way out soiled, exiled,
then i will only be loved
by the shadow
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
as grief gets lost
between strange voices
the night tempers the light
the soul does not to get used
to what determines
the real future
language without words
carves in pale cheeks
drifting away from beacons,
it indicates a death wish
it is the way of nature
which gnaws on the horizon,
extinguishing breathing fire;
the world is beset
if sadness hues my earth,
the way out soiled, exiled,
then i will only be loved
by the shadow
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