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What is wrong with me?

Am I a fiend
Why is this the most beutiful thing I have ever seen
A body falling like a rose petal
Ending in a flower of twisted metal

A death so horrible it was a crime
Jumping of the tallest building of the time
What pain must of bin going through her heart
And yet I sit and watch her like a piece of art

The Dress
All the stress
All the finesse
All the chaos to make such a perfect mess

An image I will never unsee
**** what is wrong with me?
Stars in the sky exploding
Space and time folding
Bombs going off as the galaxy rips
Flashing lights fight to eclipse

Visions full of fluorescence
At the sacrifice of a solar systems essence
Shooting stars cry across the skies
Puncturing planets as they pulverize

Swirls of liberation
Celestial bodies melting in devastation
Swarms collect and deform
Exploding into storms as they transform  

The aura of the aurora bleeding like mascara
As if the planet is crying at the end of an era
Watching as black holes fight over vibrant sights
Pulling it apart as it ignites

What a wonderful curse
To befall the universe
It's so beautiful its cryptic
God bless a life so apocalyptic
Front Page!!! I hope to god this poem becomes more popular then "chorus of a love song" because that does not deserve to be my most popular poem.(Later) **** The Daily...Well that was my first wish that has ever came true and then some.

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