Stars, cease your light.
Hide your brightness,
From my suffering eyes.
Burning delirium,
Savoring bittersweet delight,
I said onto myself that
This is no delusion,
But daydreaming
Of the whispering ghosts
In my mind,
Of all the shadows moving
Across the sky, and
Of my waning pride.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
Stars, cease your light.
Hide your brightness,
From my suffering eyes.
Burning delirium,
Savoring bittersweet delight,
I said onto myself that
This is no delusion,
But daydreaming
Of the whispering ghosts
In my mind,
Of all the shadows moving
Across the sky, and
Of my waning pride.
