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Silent marks across your name
The moon shines upon this moment,
making us both angels inside of a twilight still.
Forever holding onto this, like a fresh suicide,
unable to let go of life; so fragile, and yet so beautiful.
A name carved into your arm like a bible verse, scabbed and scarred, your verbose flesh marked.
Under the undying rose, still blushing with news of a virgin birth, I wait. Speaking to the trees in a language whispered during a black storm, childishly sealing my lips with the turn of the weather.
But we both know this season won't last, and I am doomed to become the fragile beast again, lurking the midst of a foggy morning. We both know that I will think of you again, as the shadows crawl from the cracks of the world during the third season.
Cut marks that scratch the earth, a hidden message, one too precious to read.
With a thousand moths, swelling inside of my chest, I wait. The banging of their wings soft against my heart, making me choke up with utter joy. I scream to release them, and quickly feel theit absence, which leaves a new feeling....
a void.
Empty now, watching all life slowly turn to grey, as I make my way out.
Forever holding onto this, bleeding out of mother nature's sores, carved across my arm.
It's your name. Your name scratched across the surface of all life. Your name that stung between my head at 2500ft per second.
Your name, that I just wanted to forget.
