Sunday, May 13, 2018


In mourning I see darkness with eyes open
Fragments of you spilling out onto the floor
Desperately you reach wanting to return
In mourning I am unable to move on
Faded pages unbound released into sky
Heavy voices singing to crown a new king
The devil's calling a disguised lullaby
I am mourning a savage who stripped me bare
Splayed my soul open, a gallery canvas
Blank faces staring indifferent to my art
I am morning, a new light weighted by night
Hopeful as breaths filled with summer fragrance
Needful of your every attention and joy
Beckon this girl from the depths of her madness
I am mourning for her, the girl that she was

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