Doubt in the Night

Stillness unforgiving
A Stranger in heaven
Between this Earth
and my distilled Heart
In silence it cries
bleeds between my palms
Drunk in the solitude
I search for the light
Amidst the night.
In and out
Like the silver knife
my life shines
between the moonlight
A face
I see the face
Stumbling
between the sea rocks
The deadly precipice of fate
The waves like the reaper
smile in the moonlight.

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