Sublime Sweet Charter

Stars are wet
eyes
damp about the grave
remove the black greive wound
your shoulders recieved

the button of truth slipped
seperate

each pocketfull of love knelt
fresh and held against
nights heart

Hell burned screaming
lustre venom plain
we take the empty hope
like wisps of daring
exotica

letting brands glow in
the pyre

should have been the liar
soothing words of good
when bad was deepening
regrets like blades
swallowed whole by the
soul
these milk white moons
that shed only black
theres nothing left
to hold

no turning back