gloomy spire
Do the waves wave goodbye?
Does the moon shed a tear when it says goodnight?
Are the oceans filled with our moons ethereal plight?
Like a bird stuck on land it's hard to swim if you don't know you have wings meant to take flight.
Does the moon miss the spotlight?
Instead shining on where we cried until our hands had died.
And became one with the sands of time.
As if our castle took to the color of marble rye.
Does our heartache make the sun not shine?
Is it afraid to see how not enough shine could blind the feel of solitary away.
Where we lose power in front of the mess yet choose to stay .
Could I feel my heart beat run in place?
A moment hadn't passed and here the blue isolation calls me to waste.
Oh how it feels to decay.
On the coast where the moon lay awake.
For eternity , night never allowed to roll over into day.
The sun in its cowardice never showed its face , as if to say .
"Mourn the dead while you can,
Close the curtain on this pain,
I may be hot but I'm no devil's fan,
And when I come back light will blind the feint"
The coast took the moons sight and showed how lonely it truly were.
All around knowing they could never be her.
The fish in the ocean that somber night held her hair oh so fair .
The tides rose from the waterfall above, as if the gates opened up revealing each step to be stair.
Finally the funeral ended our past .
The future held who I loved last.
And now vengeance from the moon will drown .
While the fish wave down.
All that were left were to sink until I sunk with too much speed.
Lower than the day that came to be.
torn apex
