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Not even you

I'm not really sure about this. It ended up in a very different place from where I had originally intended.

I painted the tips of the stars
In blood and heart ache
So astronomers at least, would understand.

Not even you could clean them,
Wipe away the misery
So visible now.
Not even you.

Not even I have the strength
To climb into the sky again.

Perhaps my insides,
Cremated in my skin,
Became a catalyst,
Became my fuel.

Ash won't get me far.


it's still pretty intense. i like it!
thank you :)