Hymn of the Dying MothA Poem by Scarlet JackalOlder one I wrote... Hope it isn't still up on an old account
When night has forever descended, I lie utterly soulless
Moths seek the flame as their grave Reaching out for a rope to asphyxiate me But time is still a curse, and home is where the sun dies Abandoned Strangled by the burden of life Could there be a realm where nothing is eternity? No breathing, suffocating, living, existing... I never pray: only decay Realize that hope is a falsity Death met rebirth and now there are no bright skies The air still bleeds for you and I Pain speaks for everything My reason must be a faint lament Living as an infernal plague In the dead of every season, the wind will carry my cries Time is still a curse, and home is where the sun dies... © 2016 Scarlet Jackal |
StatsAuthorScarlet JackalWAAboutWho am I? It depends on which one of us you are asking. I am a lover, a poet, a man of romantic ideals to never be fulfilled. I see many things, I count many stars but I never reach what it is my own.. more..Writing
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