Here I am again left in the shadows. I feel numbness. I could not feel my ability to move. All I am now is a being sitting and mourning, waiting for a final crush so that i may be turned to pieces. When every teardrop resounds as it falls down, memories remakes its scene in my mind.
I could see a star as it shines brighter and soon enough it became the brightest of all. But in a sudden mismatch, the star dashes down into the darkness, into a world where no smiles are seen; where no laughter is heard. It is where we reach oblivion.
The star looks back at the image less coast where no sun rises nor sets. As he looks across the horizon all he takes sight are the wondrous souls seeking the same exit to the cradle they are in. But it appears the place was never a cradle it was a prison. As the star tries to set free the weights fastened to him, he fears the heavens left him alone. He heard no horns, no flapping of wings nor the harmony of music by angel voices.
The star was left to stand by its own. As the time passes by, the same glow that flattered a thousand fades into the melody of sorrow. The star lost hope that, soon, from that coast shall rise a new morning. He loses hope and takes an endless sleep until the heavens heeds his call...
I could see a star as it shines brighter and soon enough it became the brightest of all. But in a sudden mismatch, the star dashes down into the darkness, into a world where no smiles are seen; where no laughter is heard. It is where we reach oblivion.
The star looks back at the image less coast where no sun rises nor sets. As he looks across the horizon all he takes sight are the wondrous souls seeking the same exit to the cradle they are in. But it appears the place was never a cradle it was a prison. As the star tries to set free the weights fastened to him, he fears the heavens left him alone. He heard no horns, no flapping of wings nor the harmony of music by angel voices.
The star was left to stand by its own. As the time passes by, the same glow that flattered a thousand fades into the melody of sorrow. The star lost hope that, soon, from that coast shall rise a new morning. He loses hope and takes an endless sleep until the heavens heeds his call...
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Found this in my old stash of stupid ideas. Having read it again brings a euphoric feeling in me.I could remember and feel the drive why I wrote it. And probably now, the same repeats itself.
