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The blazing Moon, a fire in the night sky

Awakens the restless dead to life

Not to roam or feast upon the present,

But to follow those on the edge of a knife.

.

Not physical, but of the brain,

They creep into every thought of mind

And as you lie in that blue bed, fretting hours

And hours before timeless sleep,

You find your every past maligned.

.

Nowhere to hide, every haven

Is the next up for the scrutiny.

They creep up the path as a shadow,

And panting, you close the doors

Of your keep, only to find as craven

That your soul turns to mutiny.

I’m going along now

Down a quiet, nonchalant path.

Go along on your own from here.

This one’s well traveled,

And well known, well kept and graveled.

And all that know, their destination is clear.

Shuffling forward on a solitary row

Though my footsteps tread on those before,

I feel as lonesome now, but never more,

As feeling has no place where I go.

Though thorns slice my skin, I defer retreating.

From a vantage, a flock of ravens watch

Like lions licking their lips at a scotch

Ominous, and desperate for another feeding.

Not awaiting me any atonement,

Sliding down this slope, dropping within

To icy, sharp rocks which pierce my skin

And leech out my aches for the moment.

I’m going along now

Down this black plain.

There is nothing here but empty graves

Beckoning to hold my remains,

To take a break from my living,

And a break from my loving.

And I have no drive for love anymore.

I’m staring into an empty grave

With all that it takes to fill it

So I wrap myself in the cold embrace

That I never deserved before