Feeding my Midnight

The sighs echo off my brain..      
"weak felled prey".. tonic of blame.    
Shadows casting jagged light,    
caress empty arms in cry.    
Moon, be my solace from fear,    
drinking full, heart-twisted tears.    
The wonder, the wounding spite,    
the mind-fucking plightless plight.    
And so, I feed my Midnight..    
Hot soul-bashing, drained and lain,    
masterful.. its compelling wane.    
Endless flow, cryptic by dream,    
seeing, awake.. the crumble of Me.    
Relinquishing worthless bones    
to monotones.. lying on stone.    
Ensconcing deep in night's tomb,    
etching curses to healing moon.    
Written by darksighs
Published | Edited 29th Aug 2015
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