[280] Prelude to an Apocalypse

I’m pretty still till
i will myself to sit
and until you arrive
I stand up unconsciously
You’re the morning dawn

The creepers of the night
kill the silence between us
as we discuss in the quiet
all the things we said before
neatly imprinted in our minds
forcefully spoken by our hearts
The black hole of the sky

As we leave
for the last time
we’re alive in our eyes
I’m losing for the last time
The battle of who’ll leave first
As we leave
We leave behind a shooting star
turned into nothing but
the dying sun falling
to kill any planet in its sight

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