Can you wrap your arms around the stars? Acidic loneliness rots all, until all is lonely except my scars. I could build a cavern within my heart, it's hollow inside, and scattered apart. Have the years really turned me so cold? As all the color drains to blue. Over time, instead of old. Etching regrets into my ashen skin, forever twisted into a sarcastic grin. Good karma out, bad karma in. An endless cycle, a tiny sin. Bones on stones, and bitter kin. Surprised by lies, and sunken ships. And skies of knives, that rain within.
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