Tomorrow is as bright as a porch light under the new moon
I am the moth throwing myself against it
Begging to be consumed
Death has no carriage
His cloak, a blanket,
He lies underneath, catching souls like falling snow
Some curse his inattention,
Others are just grateful for a place to land
They say it feels like drowning
But I am hovering somewhere between earth and sun
In equal hopes of home
And glorious Home
Caught in silent suffocation
I am tethered fast to both
Unmoving,
Unmoved.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
Tomorrow is as bright as a porch light under the new moon
I am the moth throwing myself against it
Begging to be consumed
Death has no carriage
His cloak, a blanket,
He lies underneath, catching souls like falling snow
Some curse his inattention,
Others are just grateful for a place to land
They say it feels like drowning
But I am hovering somewhere between earth and sun
In equal hopes of home
And glorious Home
Caught in silent suffocation
I am tethered fast to both
Unmoving,
Unmoved.
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