04-08-2016, 12:13 AM
Peace For The Beast
The moon reveals its sunken cheeks
and throws the echo of your ooolll
whose empty truth's been piercing me
since days of guzzling wine in school.
I hear you like your blood still raged,
as if tonight you dialed me up
to serenade our common sky
with gutting strains of steel guitar.
You always kept me safe, held off
until the bloody aftermath
then stumbled weakly to my door
in search of one who sees you still
as human, though your eyes are glazed
when you collapse safe in my arms,
your psyche torn and body spent
from yet another beastly war.
We lived much longer than we'd planned
repeating patterns set in youth,
we kept each other company
until your blind eye missed that truck.
Now still, beneath a summer moon
I feel your breath and hear your ooolll.
The moon reveals its sunken cheeks
and throws the echo of your ooolll
whose empty truth's been piercing me
since days of guzzling wine in school.
I hear you like your blood still raged,
as if tonight you dialed me up
to serenade our common sky
with gutting strains of steel guitar.
You always kept me safe, held off
until the bloody aftermath
then stumbled weakly to my door
in search of one who sees you still
as human, though your eyes are glazed
when you collapse safe in my arms,
your psyche torn and body spent
from yet another beastly war.
We lived much longer than we'd planned
repeating patterns set in youth,
we kept each other company
until your blind eye missed that truck.
Now still, beneath a summer moon
I feel your breath and hear your ooolll.
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