“MOONLIGHT”

The first thing that I saw
when I woke
were the flowers in the vase
in the room where we slept
like a child sucking on
a mothers breast
I cling to her because
she makes me forget

It’s getting closer to dawn now and
I just want to forget everything
I know I’ve taken a crazy chance
she will be gone in the morning
My flesh is willing
my soul is weak
I can hear crying so softly in dreams
where we both weep

My sick world spoke for itself
a hand brushed my face
And in my grey room
the silence went away
She gave me somewhere
to forget for a while
And when she will be gone
I will have a handful of lies

Outside a rain falls
in rivers and in streets
The night before
staring over the windswept sea
the rain as cold as hell
all I know is how to be alone
After sunrise
gone

Life is a place where
nothing seems bright and new
Shops are closed and disgraced
even the heroes we once looked up to
There used to be lovers
walking in dawn’s cold streets

She spoke with the tongue of angels
Words that made the pain go away
I had no real choice
but to listen to
promises of heaven
and obey

Hurt voice speaks
“those were the days”
and the bright lights say
“these are the days”
I’ve seen everything
Nothing matters anyway

Who cares
if these are the days?

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