Kruppo

NIGHT
Gleaming, the moonlight a blanket
it drapes over you like a dress.
Can’t take my eyes away; you smile,
lips curved, so tempting to touch,
practically kissing me all the way
from the other side of the room.
God give me patience, grant me
one last chance to get it straight
and figure out what exactly I’m
doing. This heart is smeared black,
and I am loathsome in all ways.
She stands there waiting,
why do I leave her there alone?
She is standing in the light,
why do I shrink away from it?
Call me dead, label me with
a bloody tag, name in blue ink.
It would look absolutely terrible
on that white dress of yours, darling.
So don’t come close, leave me here,
I will hang low, watch as you dance
through the life you were given,
laugh loud and with delight,
and never look back at me.
I am contagious, on fire,
longing for you has never
soothed me over
and put the flames out entirely.

DAY
Wake up, what the hell
did I do to myself last night?
Empty space beside me here, shaped
just like you, but you’ve vanished.
Odd. Must be work time for you,
and I have slept in again.
Typical of me, to miss out, and
find you gone every single time.
This absence rings my bell,
catharsis knocks me over, and I
know I have to sink deep this time,
to escape any chance of giving up.
You have always touched me,
in my time of need; now I shall
not only touch you, but cradle you
as well as carry you across the room,
right back to the governing light,
away from my small little corner.
This way, we can dance, as one spirit,
and I can be a free man for once.
I await at the door eagerly, a dog
couldn’t beat me in anticipating
your return. Come home quickly,
for I am thirsting hard.

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I'm so post-rock I shit sad birds

Bawslev

Night: Chance to let the Sun's rays,
as they reflect off the moon,
sink in real deep. Chance to send thoughts, reflecting off the moon, to those whom you call upon daily for inspiration or
motivation.
Day: Opportunity to sow seeds, tend soils, see the avenues through which one may discover more of those which you call upon in the moonlight.

Dreams; take a chance, find yourself, what have you been up to?
Reclaim the spirit-body,
call it back,
kill the general who had your back.