Crescent Moon
I live on the dark side
of the moon
in the crescent blue.
I live my life in reverse,
hamster on the wheel.
Time passes still.
An absurd
monomaniacal obsession
leaves me stranded
every time,
lost in an ocean abyss
sinking in my sinking ship,
sick at heart, sick of mind,
sick of time
passes still
on the dark side
of the crescent moon
I bloom in blue
just for you.
Moth to the candle flame,
mind fused with pain.
The pleasure
of a thousand suns
burns beautiful,
pure white oblivion.
I hear it calling.
In sleep, I cry out
and daylight despair.
My faustian bargain,
signed, sealed in blood.
Double minded,
a war inside.
Puppet on a string
longs for freedom
time
passes still
my fatal attraction,
death of me,
a dire obsession
does a subordinate make.
Sodden is the mind,
murky water all around,
cannot swim away,
cannot stay and drown.
Time passes still.
©JMCole