Only The Rest Roove
Only the rest roove
On a sanitarium
In the middle of the hill.
The others walk the streets,
Blind zombies
Shuffling still.
While the inmates
Flee the asylum;
At least those who are ill.
Lamentation
I talk with the crows
And a hoarse voice croaks
The name of her lover,
Whose body fed foxes under the oaks.
But I assure
"A shadow waits nearby,
Beyond the reach of foxes,
For your black heart's reply."
So The Shadow watches
While the Black Heart beats.
And the clutch is warmed above,
By maternal heat.
But from below I know
What neither sees and none can say.
Dripping from the nest
Quicksilver drains blackness grey.
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Submission Name: OnlyTheRestRoove & Lamentation
