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A split in the sky slices graying clouds in two.
A trail where man's machine has reached the place that
Before only God had touched.
There are lamp posts blocking my view of heaven
And smog that separates a sinner from redemption.
No stars in that sky.
They've been killed by too many wishes;
Wishes for better things.

Though, what could be better than stars?

Right Through Me

It only
works when I never need it to.
Until then it spits up.
Cracks up.
Freezes up.
Fucks up.
It only breaks
And throws out a final spark
When I need a bit of
Proper functioning
To make it through the day.

"No one is free. Even the birds are chained to the sky."

My soul screams out for splendor.
It's a high-pitched wail
That tears a hole in the night.
Oh, I have longed for beauty,
To hold it in my hands,
But it always whispers
-In that fleeting voice-
There's none for me out there.