11.10.13

the truth, the warmest hug

what a savage end : to have followed you into shadows.
stitches on November skies, a mouth of tribulations -
what gives to your lies. the moon is a bustling scream
of purity so do not think you
have fooled anyone but your wretched men. you owe the night a merciful apology. what a coward.
do right, and come through the wound with true deceit. do not finish with lines
apologetic, empty, and narrow.
a harmful lover where once was sweet,
follow through and keep your menace bright.