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Salt Circle

No More Goodbyes

Where… am I?
This hum in my skull …
The void calls back,
No one answers at all.

Out from the black I begin to uncoil,
Skin made of dust, veins filled with soil.
A sound in the deep, low drone of remorse,
Is it the cosmos, or my own warped thoughts?

Faith is a flicker in a dead satellite,
Dragging me upward toward a dying light.
Planets like corpses in chaotic decay,
Their embers whisper what the stars won’t say.

Can you see the light?
Can you see the light?
The burning sky, the end in sight,
Can you see the light?

Round and round the grave of the sun,
A wheel of fire, forever undone.
Witness the planet that breathes in pain,
Her pulse beneath the acid rain.

Touch, taste, smell - all fade to ash,
Every sense devoured by the flash.
It’s good as gone, nothing to bless,
Just the echo of Gaia’s consciousness.

Gaia’s consciousness - can you see the light?
Gaia’s consciousness - fading through the night.
Can you see the light?
Can you see the light?
Gaia’s consciousness - her final breath in flight.

Can you see the light …
Or is it just the end of sight?
Gaia’s consciousness …

The Light

my dear (southiyd)

A dream of love, a prayer to the moon, a secret hidden among the sea waves. / 
Un rêve d'amour, une prière à la lune, un secret caché parmi les vagues de la mer. / Un sogno d'amore, una preghiera alla luna, un segreto nascosto tra le onde del mare.

Maximus Eleven - Moi Et La Lune 9 - La lune observe (Partie II)

The night is quiet, but the walls still hum,
Holding every breath of what we’ve become.
Your heat is gone, but the color remains,
A whisper of you pressed deep in the grains.
I pull the sheets close just to feel your trace,
Cherry-warm echoes floating through the space.

Not pain, not hurt — just the afterheat,
Red shadows blooming
on the white sheets.

I drag my fingers through the fading hue,
Every shade a memory leading back to you.
Soft echoes rise where our bodies met—
Marks of a night
I can’t forget.

Red, red, red
on the white sheets, sinking in deep.
Red, red, red
where your touch used to seep.
Red, red, red
in the folds we tried to hide.
Red, red, red
still blooming on the underside.

Red, red, red
in the places you held me tight.
Red, red, red
haunting the quiet of the night.
Red, red, red
where the truth refused to leave.
Red, red, red
in the stain you left in me.

I lift the fabric and the memories wake,
Your hands on my hips, the tremble they’d make.
You didn’t stay long, but the color stayed bold—
Red in the shape
of the secrets we hold.
Heat on my skin where the shadows cling,
Soft burning edges from everything.
It’s not what hurt — it’s the echo of heat,
Red blooming silent
on the white sheets.

The stain is soft, but it speaks your name,
A quiet confession wrapped in flame.
I press my palm where the warmth used to be—
Trying to feel
what you left in me.

Red, red, red
on the white sheets, sinking in deep.
Red, red, red
where your touch used to seep.
Red, red, red
in the folds we tried to hide.
Red, red, red
still blooming on the underside.

Red, red, red
in the places you held me tight.
Red, red, red
haunting the quiet of the night.
Red, red, red
where the truth refused to leave.
Red, red, red
in the stain you left in me.

I hold the sheets like I’m holding your breath,
Pulling the warmth from what’s left.
Nights like this don’t disappear,
They stain the silence,
keep you near.
Your name still lives in every thread—
Red like the words
we never said.

Red, red, red
on the white sheets, fading but real.
Red, red, red
in the shadows I can still feel.
Red, red, red
marking where we used to be.
Red, red, red
is the only part you left in me.