I have spent my nights
in perfect darkness
Without the company
of scattered constellations
As the night denies
a stars decay
And hangs their form
for millennia out lived
And I refuse to look up
with indescribable loneliness
To be mocked by the
a black expanse of grief
To stare up at preserved
archaic corpses
To wish upon the empty shell
of a star.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC
I have spent my nights
in perfect darkness
Without the company
of scattered constellations
As the night denies
a stars decay
And hangs their form
for millennia out lived
And I refuse to look up
with indescribable loneliness
To be mocked by the
a black expanse of grief
To stare up at preserved
archaic corpses
To wish upon the empty shell
of a star.