shooting stars falling free
knock me out of my train of thoughts
the grey miasma before my eyes
blinds me to myslef
needles ,i need,to keep me sedated
i lift my gaze
above the ground
beyond the far horizons
a shape so blurred a shape so dull
a shape i so deteseted
now come to me come to come to me
to take me
in your arms im falling asleep
like the dead in graveyards
shooting stars falling free
to remind me of my fragments
shades of grey
shades of gloom wrap me up so blithely
im still here falling down
awaiting for your needles
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