Frosted Dreaming
Letters to the Moon Challenge
I am tired of the game.
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I am tired of lying on my back, looking through shadows,
To catch a glimpse of you slipping between skyscrapers,
Staring down at this neon city as though there is nothing to it
Worth the weight of blue rolling off your cratered body.
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I am tired of the burn.
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It started off as a sick stretching of limits, you and I and this
Strange fantasizing of madness that has turned my soul
Into the black slop fed to the monsters and ogres caged
All around you in those pretty twinkling lights, those stars.
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I am drunk on lunar light.
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It's a sickness, watching you slowly undress against the dark.
I've got enough dead spots in my vision to prove my perversion.
Enough burned chicken in the oven from stepping outside
And drowning in the moonlight, mouth as open as my eyes.
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I am dying in the frost.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (8)
Ah yes, the pull of Nature's dance.
This is totally awesome. ⚡️💙Bill ⚡️
This is so visceral, congrats on your win 👏👏👏🌚
This was painful, in the beautifully gorgeous way!! I loved the repetitive feel of the single line that broke up each verse. Congrats on placing runner-up in the letters to the moon challenge, SD!!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
CONGRATS!!!
"It's a sickness, watching you slowly undress against the dark. I've got enough dead spots in my vision to prove my perversion." What a line! Potently written Silver Faux!
A wonderful experiment with genuine lunacy. The burned chicken is a masterstroke.