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.