chasing daylight, fading faster


than the innocence i once claimed


mother moon laughs, the bastard,


in my face, in my pain


twilight deepening, and the silence


oh, so sweetly will resound


with my shadow, my companion


and the madness that we've found.


constant sorrows, begging, pleading


for food and water to abound


from a person blinking, praying,


in his mind repeatedly saying


'WHAT'S THE POINT IN FUCKING STAYING?'


no mercy in him to be found.


midnight passes, no sun rising,


darkness is my only claim


and the cemetary stillness


suddenly it knows my name.


i hear it calling, getting closer


slowly opening the earth


reaching out to take the soul


that's been it's charge since it's birth.


taking forms of little children


crying out to me for food


but


i


can't


help


them


though i wish,


oh my god, i wish i could.


early morning, light should be here,


but somehow i know it won't


some run away, and hide in fear,


i should, too, but i just don't.


i have welcomed the constant numbness


that comes with fearing for your soul.


and in the midst of deeper hells


indifference will keep me cold.


when i see the light again,


be it holy, flame or sun,


let me rest, or make me suffer


but please just let my war be won.

07/10/2006

Posted on 07/10/2006
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