Monday, 15 August 2011

the strangeness of evening

you ruin them
every sunset i see
is different now
the colors run
while black takes over

i can't determine what sun
caused the moon to wane
what cloud earned the right
to rain just on you

so the war continues

is it any wonder you're afraid
when every beauty you've seen
you smash like an ant

so you can't be followed
into the dark-set of your mind
where the cusp of madness
is never far from the edge

love is the river you see below
yet too afraid to fall
you teeter with precision
while time skydives past


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