His eyes formed tears
From the breath of ghosts
Pupils where I want to convince myself
Are nothing
But soft light from stars
Instead of bottomless pits
Filled with emptiness.
I crawl through the noise
And find myself some sense of security

I have shelter
Wherever I am;
Even if it’s nothing more
Than vast skies
Filled with endless stars;
Fields of infinite endlessness
What I want
Is that which no longer exists.


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