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WITH THE MOON ABOVE

SIRENE SLEEP
With eternity in our grip
On a lifelong quest
For the ever elusive
meta-nuclear substance..
Deep~ in the Sirene sleep
A snow white slumber
(unhampered by the mind)
Seeking out a beating heart
In the waking dream.
When the morning comes
the cold rain begins
The devil's breath is
a disease on our lips
Reaching out for the lost
People preying on the weak
Counting bodies like sheep
I always see you In my sleep
there is no comfort
in the silence we keep
Waiting for a day when
there is something to say
I can't remember
the sun upon my skin
I'm a slave to a sorrow
that is whispering within
In a river of grief
I am drowning
This grip on my heart
is surrounding
Scattered dust upon my eyes,
winding road of lies
Voice of despair is a friend in disguise
Dying fast
Summer is dying fast
this can't last,
nothing ever lasts
In a forest of illusion
There is a need to sever
myself away from peace
With the moon above
and the sun below
Still no drifting sun
Only Black upon the earth
Still air, cold & dry
And the locust wait to birth
There is no help in
the wake of our need
There is no help to dispel the pain
There is no help yet
some cling to phantoms
There is no help,
only circles on the water
Deserted again.
(You speak to me through the shadows)
Walking in closed rooms,
using cold words.
(I'm Captured by the night)
The yearning escapes
from my embrace.
Strange silhouettes
whisper your thoughts,
(They scream your sadness)
Everyone turns away,
unable to face
more of this death.
The only thing I have
is Credence in my words
Written in dust,
tainted by memories.
I confess my hope,
recognize my loneliness.
Your laughter weeps the truth.
You Push me into corners.
Confirming the epitaph of my soul
displaying the once unknown KARMA.
©infj-loki