Dead Star
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Dead stars bleeding into the cosmos,
From holes pierced ever so delicately.
Their burning hearts fade to a modest glow,
Echoing in the vacuum of existence.

Internal lives go out so cold.
Suffering and torment, but we don't want to leave it.
Collapse as the black star in your chest.
We are so shallow, to deceive it.
We won't be forever.

A dying star inside of the very essence of humanity.
So that we can't see it killing us from inside the empty vacuum
Of the soul of us all, identical.
An empty space, a blank room where all our Black Star Hearts collapse

Untitled
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Waking hours in a bitterly perceived reality haunt my existence.
For the most beautiful of deaths be written at the end of each chapter.
Yet I must read between the lines of a million blank pages just to lose my place and start over again.

Call it a calming comatose from the outside but you don't know
what my heart has bled into this story.
For it makes no sense,
No beginning, no end.
Perhaps the periled plots of the penetrating poisons
will mark the scars inside my veins.
Yet up until that point I just can't say.
For what is written and what is said are
Two very different things.

Hate me divine.
Slay me in time.
Leave it in rhyme,
As I fall from the sky