White Eyes Under A Moonlit Day

We’ll be killing ourselves when you next turn around,

And the whites of our eyes will stare up from the ground.

We’ll be carving our names in the bark of old trees,

As we sit on the ground, in a soft bed of leaves.

We’ll be writing new lines for the songs we have sung,

The words forming pictures that leap from the tongue.

We’ll be watching the moon as it stays through the day,

Looking faint as it shines between clouds that are grey.

 

We’ll be buried under black mud and blacker skies,

As they cover, with branches, the whites of our eyes.

‘Have no fear,’ they whisper with voices that shake,

‘You are gone past the black gates and will not now wake.’

So they leave us, beneath twisted roots and scorched earth,

And we clasp our fingers, as we laugh without mirth.

‘The end draws near’ you mutter in the darkness,

And we wait without breath, alone in this starkness.

Reviews

[Eira Anchor]

i know it's a poem, but it's wonderfully poetic. dark and scaaaaary! really scary. this really scares me :S
great mood setter

[Beatrice Mars]

wow....love it.....