I will die/ the stars’ bait

It’s growing dim;

My heart will brim

With blood-stained tears,

And house my fears.

And I will die

Before the night

Can find and hole

My broken soul.


Tonight the sky looks different.

A little more of stars cozen:

That now darkness has been broken.

So I head out and breathe the scent

Of broken trust for now demons

Have found my soul to be taken.


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