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I cant speak in a cognitive speech pattern
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moon alignment (planet cracked) The days grown long,
This past week still heavy on my chest,
Breathing don't come easily in such situations.
Left wordless when I should be of some help
But i'm trapped in this hole of my own...
Lost in a moment of need,
Incoherent and blind.
Being all alone has its way of healing or so they say,
What if one slips in to deep?
Could the venom eat away all of time?
What would it take to prove to myself
That there is still some hope in these bones?
What diffidence would it make if I learned to move now?
For by morning I will have been far to late....
