The ages-old rays reflect off a broken picture frame
Illuminating the shards with light that took a million years to get here,
Underscoring a situation where no one's to blame.
The last remaining light is eclipsed by the planet's churn.
This gloaming casts a shadow, turning the horizon blue.
As the sun burns out, I feel the exhaustion of another day hanging on
And we held on for so long that the ache became all we knew.
As Mars flashes his warrior's glow off the car's hood,
A ghost makes its way through the mist and woods.
All sorts of creatures mingle in the thickets of my mind,
while midnight dawns, clouding up my eyes.
A crescent moon marks that the heavens have already moved on.
Its phases have crawled by so slow that I'm still dancing with skeletons.
Tonight, it's reflection off the lake seems extra pale
And I pray that the morning rain will wash away your smell.
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