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we are living in a vacancy,

beyond the surface is nothing but emptiness.

you are cold and almost as frigid as i am.

i am vomiting up the shattered stars

that arise in my throat, as many sharp pieces.

i choke and allow the dizzy sensation to set in,

trying to enjoy the colorful delirium.

my disease shines vividly

but burns out at the vital fluid runs dri.

burst like a synthetic supernova

and let my head spin until i collapse,

crashing into the chilly, cement floor.

you float off into the endless black,

your perfect glimmer fades away.

you're so starstruck it makes me sick.