the night is born
in my heart.
i sit.
light shines in front of me.
letters
form into words
into sentences.
thoughts blend to one
ever escaping the clutches of truth.
loneliness sets in
as the walls close in.
tears drip
pooling in the abyss
of my heart.
a heaviness.
each one
a trail down my cheek,
a foot print of a bleeding emotion.
my vision looks wet
lights become brighter
noises much louder.
and all the while
i sit.
my world comes crumpling down,
as stars falling from the sky.
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