Sunrise

[jadedmoon_]

dew peaks on the bludgeoned weeds
wind blows the lonely seeds
from cast’d lines to awkward tones
to broken hearts and rolling stones

cigarettes burn to acid grins
where my throat stops and your name begins
- the logic stops and passion wins -
for faded words and jumbled sense
to vacant eyes and vast repents
the fragile thoughts break down the day
-for
the sky just gave the moon away.