Dinner with the Devil...

Darkness bites a quarter chunk

Out of Harvest Moon

Whittling pink, pale flesh

Down to size

Down to size

Down to size

 

Streams of moonbeams

Dribble down his chin

 

As I feel

My penance start

My darkness follows suit

Down deep inside

Down deep inside

Down deep inside

 

Streams of heartbeats

Dribble down his chin

 

The Moon's eyes

Old and tired

Reflect my own

They cannot lie

They cannot lie

They cannot lie

 

Streams of regret

Dribble down his chin

 

A starving darkness

Consumes us both

We wonder who'll be

First to die

First to die

First to die

 

Only stars know who won

But they'll never tell

Reviews

[Emily B]

pardon me for not having been around to read this earlier . . . it pulses strangely to me today, I think it may be the tallest thing I've ever read from your hand

worth keeping and sharing, I only wish I could hear it read aloud, it lives