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.