suicidal charades

[love_the_moor]

Lie still in mourning
and just wait till morning
when the full moon is through making mockery of the night,
mental exhaustion, and suicidal charades
tonight has lasted for days
the bonds we’ve made may break
We bleed
I need to breathe
but I choke mud
I scream and choke mud
busted lips
broken spirit
I never want to sleep
I always want to sleep
eyes closed and its impossible to hide
from what is corroded into my eyes
and her screams rattle inside
while we wait for morning