In the sleeping moonlit sky.
A light violin filling the air with lovely songs.
I gaze into the light of the stars that seem to only pulsate.
The crimson gas that further expelled into the emptiness of space.
Am I the one to blame for my gazing into the abyss?
With these rifts that give me pleasure so.
The urge further and further to see how far my eyes can go.
The stars stare back with their cold, dead eyes.
I scream.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
In the sleeping moonlit sky.
A light violin filling the air with lovely songs.
I gaze into the light of the stars that seem to only pulsate.
The crimson gas that further expelled into the emptiness of space.
Am I the one to blame for my gazing into the abyss?
With these rifts that give me pleasure so.
The urge further and further to see how far my eyes can go.
The stars stare back with their cold, dead eyes.
I scream.
One of my more personal poems. I fully don't know why I wrote it, but it calms me.
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