Moonlit Scars

The ghosts of an old whispering cry

Rest in moonlit mountains upon my skin

Begging to pour rivers;

Crimson and slashed

Each stretch of silver despair screams out sin

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My thoughts drift to the grinning blade

As soft tears silently roll along

Shimmering, tainted red with sorrow

Leaving phosphorescent trails upon my whither-rose cheeks

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The cold of night twists the soul

Frozen heart strings gently fray

Cursing winds in tumultuous song beckon fear-stricken eyes

Stone cold wells lost in memory

Night filled caverns shake in staccato motion

Searching for hope in cardinal directions

Finding only emptiness

Save the pearls of slipping emotion

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Mirrors of the past

Shine ghastly reflections

One night-chilled, raven-shaded mirror

For each moonlit mountain

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‘Tis a balance

Between ravaging sin and cloud-puff bliss

Although the blood runs dry

The silver moonlit scars remain

Returning to ponder why it came down to this…