Stars do not litter
The dim skies anymore.
Birds sing no more,
Rain brings no more cheer.
Typical,
Typical,
Typical no more.
Dance,
Dance,
Bones break no more.
Sing,
Sing,
Glass remains intact,
Rigid.
Scream,
Scream,
The world has gone deaf
To all sounds of agony.
Weep,
Cry,
Society has gone blind
To liquefied stories,
For they all end up drying
Into the Earth.
The Earth we love,
The Earth we hurt,
The Earth that stares
And perseveres.
109 days left,
109 souls lingering among the living,
109 stars left burning brightly.
109,
109.
109 glasses of wine
To lift,
And give
Speeches of appreciation
And encouragement.
109
And 300 no more.
109,
The rest gone to vain.
109,
The best gone to waste.
109,
Hair strands gone fallen.
109,
We were too good.
Too,
Too good.