Thursday, May 17, 2012

A Night Without A Starr

The sky is painting all the colors of the wind;
yet there are no stars in the firmament;
just a endless shade of red and black;
I keep looking yet there is not my favorite starr;
because the sky is dying slowly
and the world is crumbling into pieces,
a lonely man watch his world collide;
he just waits for his dead,
because he lost his shining starr;
there is nothing to fight,
to do, breath, or say,
no reason to live,
yet there are no more colors beyond black and white,
he only jumps to the void
because there is nothing more;
no love or anything;
because he lost his only starr.

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