One Amongst The Wheat Fields

The Atlas Moth

You breathed through silk again
You lack teeth that match your weakened lungs
A palace melting down to tar
Leaving moments of days
That past me by

Lights out

I've abandoned hope
I've been left amongst the wheat fields

This fairy tale ends one chapter short
In a blaze of reproach
Without a grand finale

Lights out on us


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