eclipse Posted July 30, 2011 Share Posted July 30, 2011 Was he the real angel of death- our tongues touched. Recently I haven't had much to eat-the power of his forked tail was such it split the moon apart and I felt myself fragment into bits-and I went with him to tattoo the dead in the devil's ink of red before he returned me to my dusty bed and into my arm I carved love love love. My blood isn't the colour promised-my tears are red my blood is black-the sun is black and the moon’s light I dread for it illuminates the dead. In her diary does my wife still bother to use my name? The internal echo is the same- her name ricochets. Some days eyes of a guard offer a reflection. I prayed to God and received silence so I recited the Lord's Prayer backwards, asking him to reverse the seasons to disturb my captors and capture the sly eye of an indifferent planet. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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