Harvest

Hollow moons harvest without hesitation, devouring every last ounce of fighting spirit

All while withered minds contemplate breaking the barrier that separates our soul from the heart

That lush taste of temporary release binds our third eye shut from a paradise long since lost

Always delaying the inevitable while desperately trying to reach for these burning stars

Pinching each inch of flesh we can clutch these grubby hands upon before the stardust disperses afar  

As the sweet serenity of shattered thoughts is reflected with padded walls and cold metal bars...