"moonlighter" poems
Destruction is as quiet as the drop of an autumn leaf
the quiet crumbling of memories turning to ash
the perpetrator of love, the thief
a quick, a silent crash.
the pictures fading from the wall
crumbling, curling, fading to white
the black and white memories now mean nothing at all
the stars that never existed in this never ending night
The final question of all humanity is answered
love is never enough
it is the hazard, the thief, the moonlighter
the true poison viper
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC