Steady waves of light
Diffused across the land
A dying firefight
To stay alight from all this cold
If only you were here to hold
Please don’t go
There are a hundred constellations
But I follow without question
At least one of them will have to lead to you
You’d think my heart will be insured?
Please don’t leave
There are a million supernovas
But our world has not yet ended
They must know that you and I are very near
The universe’s plan wants us here
Stranded in the storm
Burdened by the anti matter
Suffocate my breath
Collapse my lungs, and flood me with your space
Deliver nothingness to me
The perfect dark
Black holes and world destroyers
Graying stains and marks
Corrode me with intoxicating touch
Command my shadows with just a lighter’s spark
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