8.9.10
For each dream
In my head, I recite the lines.
Moments with a ghost
The dead of passing time.
For each tear
A promise that I break.
For each dreaded day
An oath of death I take.
What to do
When there's simply nothing left?
For comfort I long
Besides that sleep I dread.
I once loved
The escape under closed eyes.
But now there's no time,
Oh eight was the last sign.
And I tried
To wake up with commitment
But how I've failed,
Making everything meaningless.
Besides this
Is my aching, yearning state
For the star, the night
The moon that was mine as of late.
You and me
I promise, together
Our charred skeletons
Will lay in the dust, forever.
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