I awake beneath the midnight hour.
A barren scene, but I do not cower.
I stand alone, amongst the stars.
Bare I stand as I shed my scars.
The winter cold beneath my feet,
steadily, I await that final beat
Concluding breaths escape with ease.
A lasting thought as Death doth tease.
One last look to the stars above
Forever a portrait that I shall love.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
I awake beneath the midnight hour.
A barren scene, but I do not cower.
I stand alone, amongst the stars.
Bare I stand as I shed my scars.
The winter cold beneath my feet,
steadily, I await that final beat
Concluding breaths escape with ease.
A lasting thought as Death doth tease.
One last look to the stars above
Forever a portrait that I shall love.
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