Over

watching you suffer
affords me none of the joy
I was expecting

blood moon-
packing my bags
while you sleep

Posted in Age, Anger, Cold, Concepts, Darkness, Dusk, Emotions, Evening, Fear, Hunger, Life, Light, Lost, Love, Night and tagged .

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