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Creeping in my moonlight
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2003
You are the dream that finds me
And puts the salt into my wounds
The drop of blood that falls form me
The tear that freezes to my cheek
The symbiosis of my memories and my dreams
The blade that cuts me
The kiss that makes me whole
You are creeping in my moonlight
Caresses my dead hair
Killing off what I have been
And making me what I wish to be
You are the force that drives me
And the thing that blocks my way
You are what I could never do
Never think to be
You are my essence
Creeping in my moonlight
Caressing my dead hair
I think that your morbid work is the work that always gets to me the most, and the work that you are by far the best at, i appreciate this type the most. I am reading this and suddenly finding myself in the persons perspective, feeling the way that they so the pain, the love, everything you know.
That is what makes this poem really good
nikki
Nicole.J.Burgesss
Very forcefull imagary here. I loved it!