writing 8th Month (Lullabies: Part 2)

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Empty and silent all the same

Tired, and moving until the end

They walk alone with me,

These shadows here together

 

What should form my mind?

A bitter sacred art which knows no bounds?

All the same in having already ended

 

Follow the broken road, with emptiness on every side

Listen to the lullaby of silence in the air

Desperate, I will cry

Fallen, I shall desire

And all the while these ideas of heart will be my end.

 

So, I sing this to myself each and every night

This, a song meant for no one, and which serves no purpose

And yet I sing this song, with no thought ending

Is this the power that you hold over me?

 

-David Favret

 

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