I was as empty and vast as the pitch black night sky lacking the moon and stars.
You coloured me every shade of monochrome.
You etched stars where not even a weed would dare grow, forged planets where only black holes presided.
How can devilish eyes and learn'd hands ever expect me to maintain the universe you created for me
When
You're
No
Longer
Around?
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Sky (SS 1)
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.
