I caught the black moon rising
and I looked but turned away
on the verge of a sick rending
It's better to forget that day.
Just like a fairy tale's scrapped ending
as the cliffs are on the rise,
just like a man in mourning
after a good girl flies.
I sing a song of white lies
When the crows are calling crows
and you sleep in strangling ties.
Just like a bad dream's waking woes
as the darkness slowly fades to grey,
Just like the feeling that you find
when the good things go away.
I wear a dire heart of chances
and briers in the hand
we look up at starry emptiness
It's like a swim in seas of sand.
Just when you thought you'd seen it all
and all the things before
Just when you grasped the life you want
It slowly loses form.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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