If there were a lock to this key <br />and If you swore to be honest <br />then no breaths were quite wasted <br />beneath the night's bitter harvest <br />and it made your blood thicken <br />manifest by pale light <br />silent words the moon screamed <br />as he bled himself white <br />and my face fell in shadow <br />except the stars in my eyes <br />and I howled with the moon, <br />'I came here to die'<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-swear-by-what-cannot-cry-on-it-s-own/
