Deep Total Eclipse

When the moon turns red
And the dark is just right,
You, screaming in your bed
In the middle of the night,
 
 
And like the tears of a poppy
You’re drowning in the sand,
Knowing that few was happy,
Knowing that there is an End.
 
 
And when the hope itself dies,
Seal your lying poisoned lips;
‘Cause behind your vicious eyes
Will be the Deep Total Eclipse.
 
Damblarin

 


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