The deranged moon awakens from sun’s entombing slumber,
The livings are enshrouded in
specters of nightmarish selves,
A chorus of ravens somber the tune
of “Moonlight Sonata”,
The livings are enshrouded in
specters of nightmarish selves…
Alleyways are flooded in corpses
that bleed echoes of rotten spells.
The windows are stained in
reflections of the sky’s thirteenth abyss.
The deranged moon awakens from sun’s
entombing slumber
And all I see is a concrete
graveyard in which you rest in pieces.
Skeletons of grass await the bliss
of new fleshes under winter’s shadows.
Time’s placenta cries tears for the
cuffing dawn
That torments the bowels of ash
molecules in veins of epitaphs
And all I see is a concrete
graveyard in which you chaotic resurrect…
The deranged moon awakens from sun’s
entombing slumber,
The livings are enshrouded in
specters of nightmarish selves.
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