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Last Breath

I will shoot down the stars, Watch their blood spill across plains, Choking and gasping for their last breath, Before their glow fades away, Into the darkness of my mistakes. There will be no more lights, Guiding the lost back home; There will be no more wishes, Wished upon the unlit sky. For what once represented hope, So sacred for the desperate, So wistful for the naive, Is gone forever, never to return. People will now hold on to pictures, Captured of their night glory, Sinking into fearful reminiscence, Knowing that when night comes, They only have the Moon To cherish. But I will shoot it down too, Watch its blood spill across plains, Choking and gasping for its last breathe.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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