I shouldn't hurt this much,
when the stars come blazing through my eyes,
and my skies fall... I ascend.

Having lunar stamped little holes over my tattered skin,
doesn't feel like being unclean anymore.
It feels like having a silk sheet wrapped upon my eyes,
taking care that I don't see,
[That I don't feel]

I wish I'd known of this beautiful red cloth,
when the pain started.
It only takes a while to settle,
the quick burn flowing,
and then.


...

Nothing.

I shouldn't suffer this much,
but looking at those little lunar holes,
rippling upon my tattered skin...

It feels... like being..

Alive.






Again.


Until I wake and there's nothing by steelpoints,
and dust,
and tiny lunar holes, greyed because of heaven.


But.


I want to ascend. [Again]


Like those times....




























When you loved me.











(Note: Still under thought)

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