Lonely bones of old maids
rumble into empty graves,
Clattering against the dusky soil.
There was a moment,
when silence became sound and
the world was magic,
Before the crack that filled us all,
where morning stole the night
and sleep was but a memory.
With wishes that went
for years at a time,
though crumbled at the tissue touch,
the world did justice to revolution.
And all, and all,
the bones continue to fall.
- I can't for the life of me remember if I've posted this before, but it seems I haven't. ^^
