My joints ache and my back is broken.
My lips are parched and my throat is decaying come on and hydrate my being.
Because I know one thing is for sure -
Heaven and Hell both long for my soul,
and this dense and gyrating battle
exhausts me immensely.
My eyes are sore.
With one blink, the dawn returns to dusk
and the owls start to call out to each other
No sound of the morning songbird
or the church bells signaling the Seraphs to flight.
I am always in the night,
and always in transit with the nocturnal
Let us hold each other to sleep.
No liquor will drown the moon away.
Sense my brokenness and fill this empty vessel.
We are shipwrecks needing rescue.
Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 1:52 PM UTC
My joints ache and my back is broken.
My lips are parched and my throat is decaying come on and hydrate my being.
Because I know one thing is for sure -
Heaven and Hell both long for my soul,
and this dense and gyrating battle
exhausts me immensely.
My eyes are sore.
With one blink, the dawn returns to dusk
and the owls start to call out to each other
No sound of the morning songbird
or the church bells signaling the Seraphs to flight.
I am always in the night,
and always in transit with the nocturnal
Let us hold each other to sleep.
No liquor will drown the moon away.
Sense my brokenness and fill this empty vessel.
We are shipwrecks needing rescue.
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