the shards cutting into the stars.
They bleed the blackness
of infinite gravity
over shimmering light,
with a beauty so futile
that it parodies sanity,
and me watching
blindly ignorant of it all.
I stand stupidly naked
staring into the oblivious sky,
dressed only in my doubts
and questionable denim,
longing for the energy
to dance on the graves
of my failures left undead.
Instead, I sigh past the emptiness
and collapse into a laughter of tears
until the dawn,
when the stars' endless death throes
play on to another audience
behind the curtain from me
'round a planet gone mad.
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