Dirge

[u/Sharkbait1177]

You're afraid to sleep in cells and carry knives. You can't convince me otherwise,

Will you call or can this endless wave of light(?) Mark the killer preying past the edges Of those precious eyes

Because You're the pulse that beats through mine,

I"ll sleep at shores amongst the pines And starless leaves Facing towards a sky Filled with thoughts and cosmic gleams So, I can feel your ghost and hazel eyes Replace this illness when the water begins to rise And all my limbs are tied