How wonderful to most away
be nothing from nothing
to cry in stardust
like we did in the beginning

Do I fear my end planned
the 12 12 12 of me
the blood and destruction
of poetry I will make of he

To have love and hate
in so many bounds of reality
all the come what may's
and suffer all the banalities

Even my own
stars of my own
thought somewhat
she will not call to him

Yet pity me not
as I have pity on you
for I conjugate
with the last and few

I care to end all I am
the silly ******* without a plan
one forgotten of broken deeds
for who would need one as weak as me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris