A deep breath, I draw methodically, inhale, exhale, he counts for me so sweetly, Tonight the moon weeps, pale and perfect form, But view closely she is slit from bone, Her rivers drained, eroded dust and rock Decay they say is slow and infertile, To me, she breathes short gasps of life, Preying reverence, he basks in her light Yet he spares no sympathy—only tar absolutes Forgive me, he begs for retribution, (He really means: dear death I wallow for your sympathy) He really means: death, my dear, she follows me Widowed from stance, morality, and goodness, In flames I succumb to sweet decay, I wish I surrendered to the gentle smoke, mortality be destination of Elpis’ woes Stand still, the screens open in the cold, Breaths of air come so shallow, Alone yet surrounded by those stars far away, dead already yet unable to convey Inhale and exhale, a slow poison A grave they lay for stolen youths, I wish, I wish, I crave for you, My inhibitions decay by the moon
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