Bleeder

wander down to the broken shore
the weight of one to many wars
another vision to ignore
apart from ardor
tied up hands
a deeper water will expand
a million dreams on the floor what next
another moon is gone
slipped by the fallen wilted sun
i know, though i cannot run
pulled down by ordinary means
a growing laughter in between
i feel another day is done
all movement ends
the time it's gone
waves have no memory of the warmth
and another day is done
apart from ardor
tied up hands
a deeper water will expand
and another day is done