The tyrannic moan of the refuse truck;
the granite of the rook's caw,
the windows suffer under sleet.
The street is lighted yellow ;
for the survivors, the last ones.
Your breath is soft beside me,
each pause fills the darkness.
Dream I am better than I am,
the night's follower, the undecided.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
The tyrannic moan of the refuse truck;
the granite of the rook's caw,
the windows suffer under sleet.
The street is lighted yellow ;
for the survivors, the last ones.
Your breath is soft beside me,
each pause fills the darkness.
Dream I am better than I am,
the night's follower, the undecided.