In the night I look at the sky and i find
no beauty in the stars.
Eventually what I focus my sight on
are not the stars
but the darkness by their side
Maybe consequence of
still Love not yet found,
maybe such strange thing
is not bound to me.
Looking only at the ground
it's impossible to see.
Still I long for Love
as I long for death,
obcessively,
due to its absence.
Either way my end is set
with many events yet to regret
If one should love find
and it no longer holds its breath
then take the gun on your side
and join her in death
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