Thursday, January 7, 2010

Moths

Once again I saw the moon behind the clouds
I try to call out to the stars
And once again
I realize that there is no one waiting for me
There is no place that would accept me
How long do I have to run
Before the night ends
Could this be there is all to life

Does it feel good to lie awake at night
In the black casket just staring up at the sky
And I hear some voices moaning
But turns out it was just the wind
I'm left alone again

Why are there only black moths perching on my hands

Once again I saw the red moon in the sky
I saw a white star fades out
Everynight
I wait and wonder if sleep will come
To these heavy eyes of mine
How long do I have to watch
Till these eyes close
Could this be there is all to life

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