Faded Speed Dreams

 



I sat in the shadow that your absence cast
And listened to the bitter wind blow
Thinking about how good things never last
I tried to trace your consolation
To break the pace, sick of lying awake  
Frozen in the deepest of hell’s lake
Glass pipes reflect gasses that burn sun spots on my tongue
Soak the poison up with my black rotting lung
My heart flutters free as the cocoon crumbles
My mind cleared of useless clutter
The moon dies with a lungful of a twisted tune
The moon cries, can’t handle it and runs
As it is replaced by the eclipse of the sun