April Avalon - Alien

The cradle of despair.
The ever-winter air.
Is anybody there,
Beneath this dreadful moon
Evoking thirst for tears?
I'm screaming - no one hears.
I breathe the same old fear
That I'll be dying soon.
My soul strays and hovers,
My heart is under covers,
My lonely secret lovers -
The clouds and the sea -
Can grant me no salvation
Within my heart's temptation
In this dilapidation
I see no way to flee.

April Avalon

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