samanfaustian

Everyday we crawl back into our caves
Waiting for the sun to go down
Yet the sun never came up for us did it?
Sometimes the children forget the salt stains are on their faces
From the night of fall that they had before
They cant hear your screams when you are alone
Somehow you think it makes you stronger
That no one sees the crystals drop from your eyes
Its as if no one can see the leaves turn from green to orange
From orange to brown
And drop to the ground one by one
Much like these branches on my legs
Drop crimson leaves to the floor
If only one more night
We can dance in this masquerade
To feel Novembers cool winds blowing on our faces
Approaching on this night
With promises of sweetness I go
I prepare myself to be shaken from my slumber
I kiss this skeletal hand good evening
As it reaches out for the door
So the night I see is here
Our sun still has never come
I walk back onto these streets alone
With stained fingers and smelling of cloves
There will be no tears until tomorrow