Waning Moon

find my name 
written 
in the sand, not yet 
washed away 

Reflection

When I walk 
I walk in silence 
My footsteps 
Cutting the line 
Deeper into the soil 
This makeshift border 
Between madness 
And the sky below 

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Behind the fold

It has always been 
our time, looking back 
I am blind 

Forever I lie awake 
In the bed in the 
Birch tree forest 

Endless

Amount to nothing 
My weather taken 
Outnumbered 
Thumbs in sockets 
Till day's end

Stasis

Not going anywhere 
And still moving 
My heart, my love 

Waiting

Moon beams 
Cannot reach me 
Through the branches 
Of the Barren Tree 
My old heart fits 
The mold perfectly 

Telling

i don't want analysis 
i want simply true 
tell me your story 
help me to subdue 

make my words silent 
show me your soul 
offer me your life 
and make me whole 

Into the black

angry, makes me angry 
contagious rage running, my 
blood red eyes, can't 
see beyond my fists 
there is nothing out here 
hold me back 

Peace

My prayer, a 
Shower, shivering 
Breath, anticipating
Death, not now but any
Hour

Mantra

I have to 
I have to 
I don't need 
To do 
Anything