the fallen
your smiling eyes have set
and left us with this seething stubborn sore,
lonely, sickly, and pale at day’s fete
in horizon’s void, vacantly star-eyed like a whore.
into the night we fall dying
our breath-- the permanent clouds in the sky
blotting tears of stars crying
as we lie side by side where we'll forever lie.
Unable to find a good picture for this one; could be because I don't know where it came from. Comment if you please.
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