Blood Sunset eyes from rotten fun.
Only the moon forgets what the sun has done.
Cast a shadow over your better ways.
Only the sharp edge of the guilt stays.
Random images from the reflection of night.
Drink time haze, the poison’s crippling might.
Stall on progress and creative thought.
Sadness from what the wounded children had brought.
Stories of anger wrapped in relationship pain.
Their souls left slowly fading and slain.
Veins topped with the forgetting juice.
The night escape and the next days excuse.
© Deon Heemskerk 27-7-2012