I stare into the light polluted night sky
Three stars shine through
I see their past
Venus is blinking at me,
a storm of acid rain,
that happened years ago
I see it now

A cigarette, and
my lungs are paper bags
Eventually something will tear
Or break open;
Just stop
I don't know how my own body works
But I know it'll break down
I have a headache,
Or an aneurysm

One day I'll be dust in the ground
Or ashes stuck in a ***

One day those stars will burn out
One by one by one
by one
but we'll still see them,
for a long while

Maybe those stars I see now are already dead:
a night sky filled with ghosts