poesie

dark

i dug up a grave,
and buried the moon.

i fell to my knees,
i cherished my doom.

i longed in the end,
i crept in the cold.

i bit at your hand,
i begged for the gold.

i smothered my sun,
i ran from the fight.

you knew i was wrong,
i fled through the night.

this dark is my fault,
this dark is my son.

this dark is my blood,
my sin to atone.