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Strange
Late nights outstretched hands and minds
Waiting to clasp the g a l a x i e s in our eyes
The stars that glow brilliant and everlasting
They burned so hot that we were s i n g e d lovingly
Too slow they slip away
Not a trace,
Not a whisper,
Not a step
Locked together no way in no way out
Is this e m b r a c e that we are bound to a caress or a threat
Too soon the other hands lose their place before they were our saving grace
We were so sure this was g r a v i t y under our feet
But our hands bleed the red of dying stars,
They fumble,
They falter,
They slacken
Resolve slipping like waning straining grip
It sticks and holds but leaves with q u i c k e n i n g pace
Hard to tell intentions when your own are fractured
We b l o o m e d into the sky bursting brilliantly a shockwave
All was lost as we collapsed in and in to black pulling in light and planets and suns
Unknown variables,
Unknown foes,
Unknown selves
Constellations that blink in the fading sky
Their pull their m a j e s t y is oppressive suppressive
Stories that are lost in the wordless quiet
So they only s h i m m e r as the ground crumbles beneath them
Words that weave and demolish thousand year-old warnings as we cleanse ourselves
No constraint,
No fear,
No hope
While we burnt in a midnight sun
Our eyes were sunken so the darkness inside mirrored the darkness o u t s i d e
We wished for our starlight dreams to be made real
But with h u s h e d whispers we were denied
So many in this unending loop that crashes and crumbles and eclipses
Lost cares,
Lost choices,
Lost fantasies
Our skin was full of craters like asteroids
M a r r e d by furious white-hot contact
We reached out to touch before we lost faith in a collapsing eroding lifespan
Now we’re in a forever loop as we c r a s h to the ground
Slipped into ourselves we’re drunk on radiation
Falling dreams,
Falling worlds,
Falling cosmos
It’s like a dream no a nightmare
The grip loosens the f e a r intensifies
Speak above you and below you
We were b l i n d e d by the spectacle of creation
Now we’re spinning out of control as we are crushed in your orbit
Cannot see,
Cannot run,
Cannot waver
Will vision be cleared one cannot predict
This w o r l d is punctured an open wound
Nothing can last but we live half-lives in darkness waiting
Eyes shift to the skies but the e x p l o d i n g colors have dulled as we come to a close
Lifeblood rushes out stars burst worlds burn
Fade do hands,
Fade do minds,
Fade do galaxies
