April 22, 2012
we dance

in the artificial moonlight,
to the rhythm

of yesterday's lies.

(she is lost, broken, i am nothing
at all.)

and our eyes sing

"the sun doesn't blind us,
the sun is no more,

forget all the beauty
we used to live for."

she dreams of interlaced fears, terror
twisted into


i don't dream at all.

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