Standing in front of the mirror
In my room
My grandmother’s
Necklace on my pale neck
It s two am
I have nothing to do with sleep
I make a step back
Now I’m right where the moonlight bleeds
It’s blood I drink as water
Every day
I commit to this crime
Of killing the moonlight
Wherever it tries
to break trough my eyes
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Comments1
You have a great way with words.
We've all been through the midnight hell into the a.m., and the distractions it brings.
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