shimmeringknight

Midnight hour sounds harsh under faded light. The moon, gentle and kind, provides comfort, Hugging my sides upon learning my plight While winds sing sweet hymns for their taut concert. Abandoned skin craves the liquid's lost hope As it escapes from its former prison To join the rest's futile attempts to cope For failed joy now beaten to submission. My eyes scream what I can't bear to out loud, For who, pray tell, listens to a ghost's word? Mark me, fabled secrets that are endowed To those broken exists not, it's absurd. Since I was young, and now all grown, I've known That still those most beloved can feel alone.

"Would you like to dance?" Falls out of his mouth, lips stretched large and wide With his ivory teeth glinting in the dusty light. His eyes caress and entrance, shining with a silent laugh, As he watches and waits with an outstretched hand. His skin, slick with sweat, glows with a radiant kind of joy. How strange it is to see a rugged man as blissful as a boy. "Would you like to dance?" A question so gentle and curious - like a loaded gun. Sweet, sweet innocence - he knows not of what he has done. From all around, heavy, heated, judging eyes fall on you., Waiting with a bated breath for you to make a decisive move. 'Disgusting,' they must th