What Are You Thinking

Rain on the moon

It fell, like tears

Impossible, never

The trees turned blue

The sky green

I whispered all my dreams

My every endeavor

Leather to lace

A warm embrace

Stop the sensation

Before it's too late

Make of it what you will

Time stood still

My heart stopped beating

My lungs stopped breathing

The gravel bled

Red through the crevices

The roses turned black

On my white windowsill

Purple tears

What are you thinking

Isn't this the end

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