you are the lost dream, come back home to a jilted and destitute palace. that died alone, in the ages it bore without you.
Oh lucky moon, you do not know, the pain in which the water flows… after you.
We pressed on, with our worship for the stars – all while that dark sea, with hands like thieves, routinely sanctified our bodies under its compassionless nights. Our eyes stayed unblinking, fixated on those brilliant diamonds. Though our faces, contorted, infused with pain, and drowning. Though our bodies, starved from light.
That ghost of twilight came to carry me home, but I would not let him in – Nor share my sin with him. This place of silence that eats my bones, not even death should dwell within…
For you will open me like a knife – and I will bleed… wider than the seven seas, where you end.