Stars and Angels

You won't let the stars in your eyes shine upon me

In case their light means something and I die with a

Shard of hope

Glittering in the empty panes of my heart.

Like stained glass, coloured by my blood,

In this place of empty worship.

I pray to the angels in the caverns of your mind.

They stare as coldly as your veins of

Poison coarsing through me.

Kill me, make me hurt

In fantasy-inflicted agony

As your cruel stars in orbit beat

Down on me.

The End

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