Hear the black moon dries itself in the gray sky, surrarounded by thousand cries it begins to melt like it was crashing upon the stars.
The smell of bricks taints its faces, think of anywhere it could somehow stop blowing, to do not let down whose pain is something more than mistaken ways of choosing time, wasted time
Parabola, it does explain the surprises I have found up high, does it make you feel comfortable? Now its rotten, the greatest shine of all has darkened by coldness, days have forgotten somewhere, where these are replaced for useless hummings. Dirty it’s came for nobody’s care, ready it is, bull in the heather waiting for the faithless end still no danger at all until he comes get it, that lonelier child who is in search for someone to love, someone like you. But do not let fear stand the way of reasons, it will take you attached where acceptance the unconscious state of life, mind where eyes come blind, only the light touch are those razors which they use to ease eager.
The road is gone… all it can be seen through mirrors whose reflections do not belong to you, is just an expression of what you want to see. For me, wounds they don’t bleed, this will not be the end.
The moon has been killed by its Lord, now, it is coming after you thenfore.
wow is that the end….i hope thier is another…..good piece
~Daynte~
this is disturbing when you look to the moon for your light and bringing peace. but your piece is good.
mmm… actually i haven’t thought bout writing a second part of this because i never do, i just leave things to your minds to wonder, your way
there was one of those days i stared at the night, admiring its calm and quiet when i saw this shine, just at the time i started to think all over, then i talk to it, the moon, and some voice came into my head, its lord had spoken, so i realized he has a lot in common to say about me, for hours we wondered and it got me into this.
now i just do my best , thank you for taking time to read this.