Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Night

Motionless, just still
Fog burns away from the moon
Yesterday dies easy
Lies deteriorate like flowers

Hope, just dying
Petals shrivel and decay
Putrid smell rises
Flies do their death dance 

Nothing, just darkness
Stars are stones caught in ink
Dimmer, die, fade
Night drowns you in black

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