Gravity,
As twine holds Luna,
Like a mirrorball,
Where the stitches meet,
Like a tender kiss before her fall.
She said, "I know the end of this,
I know desire and I know shame,
I know a guilt that's ruined me,
A mournful, corrupting blade".
Glimmering,
Her eyelashes aloft,
A desert of dazzling greens,
Match her gaze in the mirror,
She could only have dreamed.
She said, "I won't be made half of a girl,
By the snake wrapped around my leg,
If I can't arise in light anymore,
I'll die in darkness for you instead"
Please be my own opus, (They killed your son),
Let the end of this be bright, (They killed your son),
And safe and warm and right, (Blot out the sun)
All nights fear lines my breath. (They killed your son.)
Twirling,
Like a steam engine,
Like the smell of sex,
The floral vigour of,
Nightlife, youth and ephemera.
She said, "The thing that feasts on flesh,
On the short lived treasure's of graves,
Lives with cowardice in my own head,
Hiding behind the clothes it tries to save".
Luna I beg you forget,
Forget the strife,
Sparkling tonight,
Your eyes lock arms with death.
Please be my own opus,
Let the end of this be bright,
And safe and warm and right,
All nights fear lines my breath.
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