[2/28/18]
The holy midnight moon
Brings our tears so soon
Crying over blood and spit
Who will be buried in the pit?
The dear midnight lament
So we never forget
Dear dames and abandoned girls
Chained here, clinging here, obey the rules!
Together, mother moon, we know here
Inmates overcome with fear
Our sisters are among cloud and star
With the midnight moon, watching from afar
Yes, lovely midnight lament
Dry our eyes and make permanent
Our soft kisses before early morning sleep
For in private of confidence, we weep
A prayer to the midnight moon
Our dove, taken too soon
None of us will submit
Until hellfire is lit!
♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
Another character based poem, same as Surgery 305.
This book is finished.
YOU ARE READING
Delaney's Little Book of Poems
PoetryA record of my poems with dates. They're not good, and cover topics of mental illness & morbid imagery. Poems may be out of order and as such are dated. [10/17/17] - [3/2/18]
