Shooting Star - Poem by Satan's Sibling
Stars dot the ink black sky,
As I stare into it's space.
And I wonder why,
Would it lose all it's grace.
As I have lost all hope,
As I have lost all dreams.
Falling down below,
No Thoughts, all fears, no means.
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