The Sky

What’s in the sky?

Yes, the darkened sky

Which under the night

Gives us but hope, nor a light

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What’s in the sky?

Are there only stars?

Infinitely profound black.

Staring into my soul and heart

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Bitter ashes in my eyes

Vanish dancing in the air

But the lonely, lonely sky

Doesn’t even seem to care

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Under the starry night, we’re nowt.

It makes a trivial, petty thing.

Out of the pain that we perceive.

What would I do with sky without?

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I dare you to stare into the night sky, and increase your loneliness to the point it does not matter anymore.