I believe we create constellations
Interstellar agraphum
We used to have strong faith in what we are
Yet we seem to abandon our entity
For raising our long forgotten Menchheit
We might be divine
Devilish
We might indeed wield what makes us human
But that is not truth we carry
There is a method in bearing our madness
For sake of our mothers
As well as our fathers
For sake of this ****** human kind
We are mad
cerebrosus
Beings created from golden tears of what is above
We were never meant to suffer down here
Out of love
Out of faith
With nothing but lust and melancholic swirl
Untamed feelings we used to shout out loud
Right into a void full of people but no one seemed to hear us
They knew our power we haven’t known ourselves
How destructive our dejection could turn out
For the sake of this forsaken human kind
We would die just to save strange pure soul
We are good, gracious, vain
Golden, douloureux in our fate
We are alive
But also dead
We are immortal
And afraid of being harmed
Because we’ve always been soft and tender
Capable to do terrible things
Dedicated to our pain and gore we come with
We die as we were born, scared and crying
We will be remembered
Leaving war behind our back
Moribund in place where revolution once stood
Yet passing with our eyes gold
Burning in the night stars in the sky alike
I believe we create constellations
Once we leave them
We need to get back to make universe shine with its gracefulness
Because we are great
Each of us
And every of us