overshadows
a place in darkness lit
by tears from the sky
sHaTtErInG not upon my face
from my memory to efface
but impaling my eyes
Daggers of ice
piercing the portals to my soul
showering shards of sentiment
littering the limbo of being.
They sparkle so.
Those missing stars from the sky
blind me, burn me, bathe me
and dissolve.
Now sightless eyes stare
into pockets of emptiness
discovering the same sad space
that multiverse of loneliness
and in between
Still
Reality and mortality
that heartless moon
crystal cold
and perfectly pale.
wingsofdeath
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