creeping with a shallow step
atop the fathers decaying gravestone
dreaming of the angry tone
praying for the line to cross
our hands fold and hold like broken rain drops
as my eyes, gaze off until badly bleeding
a silver moon at the window
and still i sleep
mirrors reflect all i see
satan trades me his eyelids for a promise
i dream to flee
but awake in the sea
where we drown the abortion-love girl for more love
and get heartfelt sighs from the creator
a mildewed sleight of hand
and an ignoring of the sky
letting freedom ring with apathy



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