Monday, January 2, 2012

Night Will Come

Once, twice, a third time, I cracked
Under your eyes, and
Ripped your ring to shreds

Twice, and the third time
I knew it was all wrong and
My impulse was not to blame
Except, I did

When you saw the evidence, did
It destroy you inside, and outside? My
Lies, each of them
Lay beneath another

Couldn’t she possibly change and grow
Or learn to feel like
Most of us? Well, I’m
Endless.

At first it ended in a flurry, a harsh word, a thrown stone, a buzzing silence
Then came the question parade

To each truth one side shuddered 
Hearing the other giggle, the
Endless one

Sin, fight, death chuckler,
Understanding no emotion at all and
Next was a shock of tears 

Soothed by
The rhythm of a cry
Only dancing downward, the 
Parade of salted soldiers

                                     well it's over now and night will come

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