[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 only in our minds
I’m losing for the last time
in our little game of who leaves first
As we leave
We disregard our shooting star
turning into nothing but
a dying sun falling
to kill any planet in its sight

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