By distant moon
Date: 5 January 2001
Moths Come Out All Stirred
The lights are dimming
The thoughts come out all blurred
The candle flickers
The moths come out all stirred
The thoughts come out all blurred
the mice watch with anticipation
The dreams are fogged in rearview
I bled my veins to see you
I saw a vision of the mountains
With smiles on all their faces
A fresh group of narrators
Dreaming up the words to the newer plays of the time
Blood stained, alcohol worn teeth peer through their mouths
With eyes that could cut a diamond
Luckily it wasn't the spark of a new breed
It was the intangible dying of the old
Losing sight of language for the words
With masks covering her eyes I saw right past it
Showing her true internal desire of holding me
But after her mouth opened, I was told much differently
She hated me with all of her heart and I was dead in her mind
Along with my brains
Along with my brains
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