Off too soon
With the moon hanging high white flourescent
Is there a meaning to the written word?
Finding loose notes amongst the rubble
Wearing a worn face, dirtied stubble
Translating emotions into syntax riding structure
Telling myself
Everything will not be alright
For the moon soon fades away forever
Which is replaced by the sun
Mixing the two worlds
Of pure absolute chaos
All existing as one
In the eye of the storm
As if taken from one's bed
In the middle of the night
Much like the dreams of authors
Living lives by the word
But now forever resting
Dead & dead
Friends tell me to live
And I
In return
Ask how?