Broken Things from Ghosts by visiting aliens

Broken Things

‘I don’t think of all the misery, but the beauty that still remains.’
Anne Frank

When midnight calls I’ll leave your form,
I’ll make my run down to the sea.
Under the wire, into the fire, onto the rocks that bite like teeth;
Round palisades, south of the quays, east from the shadows to the beach;
Phosphorescence trace the breakers wake the tiny boat out in the sea.
If we can find the undefined, the beauty left in broken things..

Run to the light

Float like a dream, I fall between, from the breakers to the bay.
No anodyne can heal this time, and the night, the night is dying.
The night is dying.
One bullet trace is all it takes before the sun is rising,
The sun is rising..
Run to the light

When midnight calls I’ll leave your form,
I’ll make my run down to the sea.
Under the wire, into the fire, onto the rocks that bite like teeth.
Horizon line, a crimson veil, the beauty left in broken things, in broken things,
Oh in broken things, oh..

Run to the light..
Oh into the light

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• Sydney