Don’t Tell Me

A treble clef upon the moon
A step above the train below
One try-hard glimpse of the world on time,
Waiting for the drift to glow.
A drip below a lip untouched,
One drop of blood from unyeilded lust,
Anxiety of this was born
Teeth that no longer greet the morn.

Don’t tell me that the time has come.
I will awake
When my sleep is done.
This is the song of a soul long gone.
I will awake
When my sleep is done.

March ’05

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