A Dying Day We are sundials,A Dying Day by ~Morphine2
in the last golden rays of a dying day.
Sun streaming down our backs,
looking boldly towards the night.
In the last golden rays,
we lift up our heads and eyes,
looking boldly towards the night,
fingers stretching to the stars.
We lift up our heads and eyes
for one last kiss of light.
Fingers stretching up to heaven,
hanging, blanketing the skies
For one last kiss of light
before the silver crescent
Hangs, crooked in the skies.
Embrace the hours of darkness.
Before the silver crescent
we stand proud and tall.
Embrace the hours of darkness
Facing a time when there's no light at all
We stand proud a
At 22 I am strictly caffeine activated before ten AM. Take nine vitaminsAt 22 by ~Morphine2
in the morning, three in the afternoon, pop pills with my coffee like
candy. I chew my fingernails like grade school but my hands have
grown since then, new scars and rings and bends. I met a man once
who called himself Orion. Though his belt was made of leather and
not of stars I let him hold my hand. It has aged since then. I once
met God in the spare bedroom of my great grandfather's house.
Once, I met the devil in the clearing of a sleeping forest. And I
shook both their hands. Once upon a time I didn't know what the
rage of seeing red felt like or, what it really
66HDR by ~roykatalan
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