Monday, February 28, 2022

written white on black

the night sky gives me hunger

for sweat, for skin for blood

there is a star that shines

just for the two of us

in autumn leaves, in mud

where are you now, i wonder


the night sky makes me feel

so desperate but i love it

the need to be comforted

perception is distorted

and i don’t want to know

what’s real and what’s a lie


the night sky gives me hope

that somewhere, you exist

but if you're far away, is it night there or is it day?

if night, i won’t resist

climbing up the rope

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