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Midnight Chat


By Hepnova


On Tourist You Are The Terrorist

In your dark heart’s tar my soul sinks deep
Clove smoke chars, and bars my sleep
A looming moon speaks long and low
Its final words to my nocturnal soul
A slave, I do as I know I should
How can air this thin birth such treacle-blood?
I have waived my right to survive this
Waved away all offered solace
Relinquished now my joyless borders
Now I’m under lunar orders
Lunar orders……yeah.

The night’s conversation runs to conversion
And I render up my beliefs
Already learning to obey others' yearning
I stand mute as a stone on the eve of
Last resignation of my token station
As the clouds' tears flow, I rust
A fine first kiss and then a final wish
I’ll be buried in the crust.
I have waived my right to survive this
Waved away all offered solace
Relinquished now my joyless borders
Now I’m under lunar orders
Lunar orders……yeah.
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