Saturday, 27 December 2014

It doesn't shine

it doesn't shine, so it's not there, and only stars can be seen in the dark, i am invisible, i am a prisoner, of night's dirty dragnets
and what, if I don't shine, then you can't see who i am, and if I drown in the morning, in the grey lake of your broken memory
the night will eat me, like it ate you

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