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Telegram from Eris

When The Silence Speaks a Little Too Loud 
You gaze upon your blackened Moon 
Wishing upon fading stars

He burnt down timeless bridges 
For their times were done and through 
Daily he'd reach out to obsolete frames of a body 
One that used to be there, almost always 

Could his echoes resonate into the lands beyond her 
Echoes of cries of losers and wishers 
Once, he could boast of all the Magic of Life 
Now each Sunrise is a caption of a memory fading 

He lit a fire, and played 'round it for its jolly 
He ended up with a blackened heart and a charred dream 
T'was as of Coldplay's loss of something you couldn't replace 
Love gone to waste 

"Come back to stand tall - to stand straight 
Boast of the heroics of your letting go - and its redemption 
But in the face of the mirror and in solitude 
Pull  off the mask and sink back into your sands of regrets" 

"Stars came out again each night 
And it was easy to pick out any 
But it was only until He found a favorite 
That one cloudy evening made a difference too many" 

The Sun stayed on for too long 
Now The Night is not coming anymore 
The Night is  gone 


Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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