by step2247

Created on: September 10, 2008   Last Updated: November 09, 2008

The moon breaks down
On the corner of a street
St. Jude's wrecked in pieces
With the dreamers at his feet

And undercover lovers
Running desperate in the night
Escape the torment teachings
Of the false prophesy of light

They stumble in the gutters
Ragged, wasted, drifting life
As he begins to mutter
But struggles with the strife

Of the whitewashed windows
Laced with baneful spite
And her tears are all but whispers
Falling gently in the night

No one hears the lovers
As they break down to their knees
And they huddle on the corner
Till the mourning finds them in their need

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