My Selene<\/p>\n
Nocturnal poetry:
\nDressed in the whitest silver you'd smile at me
\nEvery night I wait for my sweet Selene<\/p>\n
But still...<\/p>\n
Solitude's upon my skin
\nA Life that's bound by the chains of reality
\nWould you let me be your Endymion?<\/p>\n
I would
\nBathe in your moonlight and slumber in peace
\nEnchanted by your kiss in forever sleep<\/p>\n
But until we unite
\nI live for that night
\nWait for time
\nTwo souls entwine<\/p>\n
In the break of new dawn
\nMy hope is forlorn
\nShadows they will fade
\nBut I'm always in the shade
\nWithout you...<\/p>\n
Serene and silent sky
\nRays of moon are dancing with the tide
\nA perfect sight, a world devine<\/p>\n
And I...<\/p>\n
The loneliest child alive
\nAlways waiting, searching for my rhyme
\nI'm still alone in the dead of night<\/p>\n
Silent I lie with a smile on my face
\nAppearance deceives and the silence betrays<\/p>\n
As I wait for the time
\nMy dream comes alive
\nAlways out of sight
\nBut never out of mind<\/p>\n
And under waning moon
\nStill I long for you
\nAlone against the light
\nSolitude am I<\/p>\n
In the end I'm enslaved by my dream
\nIn the end there's no soul who'd bleed for me<\/p>\n
Hidden from daylight I'm sealed in my cave
\nTrapped in a dream that is slowly turning to nightmare,
\nWhere I'm all alone
\nVenial is life when you're but a dream,
\nThe book is still open the pages as empty as me<\/p>\n
I cling to a hope that's beginning to fade
\nTrying to break the desolation I hate<\/p>\n
But until we unite
\nI live for that night
\nWait for time
\nTwo souls entwine<\/p>\n
In the break of new dawn
\nMy hope is forlorn
\nWe will never meet
\nOnly Misery and me<\/p>\n
This is my final call
\nMy evenfall
\nDrowning into time
\nI become the night<\/p>\n
By the light of new day
\nI'll fade away
\nReality cuts deep
\nWould you bleed with me
\nMy Selene?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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