She paints the dead stars
That collapse onto the vacant canvas
Communicating channels
That swell within her nerves
As the core flies
To the ends of disillusion
Time prepares the prospects
Of what existence is
As one shall flourish
Through antagonism and eagerness
With bravery
To pursue
On reaching for
The sunlight bursts the moon’s nature
A savage world is destroyed
Taken for granted with each breath
Inhaled the death of prospers
And the no longer living beings
Foretells a fulfilling longing
As death tastes so generous
All who embrace such elegance
As astonished it reveals
The darkness ever reaches out
For sinners we are
In the end
Our cravings become clearer
A coffin seems amusing to me
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