Midnight Life Trial

Sign the stricken spirit on the dotted line of dread while the wine is tipped in shallow pools which swirl and coat your head The road back home is only paved with memories loosely tapped into roots of rotten tree limbs filled with sticky, blistered sap Wishes fall as paper bark and line the forest floor Starlight glints behind the clouds and leaves you wanting more Night time noises concentrate your drunken reverie while you press your splendid future into bleak discovery This is your journey, this is your streak Your moment to bolster the inevitably weak To stand up in stupor, to rise to the moon Your scream succor shining on lilies in bloom For criminal acts which are tattooed on the young Midnight life trial in shadows begun Wine altered memories to scatter and pour To be forever absorbed by the night forest floor...