A lone star, lost out in the atmosphere. Rigid and colourful, yet dulled out by the static electric hue. Shaded by the nights shadow, even more structured in its appearance, I couldn't reproduce it.
But in it's magic splendor, it's shapeshifterd to a deeper shade of glistening purple, like a poison dart ready to be inflicted onto its host. The one thing we would regret the most.
But it's at night, where I'm away from the squanders of hate. When my mind isn't burried in the saline depths of the ocean. Where I will the need to fight, to protect my shining light.
But it's at night when I dream, terrible things you thought of me. The uncomfortable composition of truth, diligently forgone for your own disposition, of my reckless opposition.
I was the only star shining your way, trying to help you insue, the issues that dwell within you. Your blackout soul, not by choice, by chance opposed my very lust to breath back life, in return for love.
I had to move away, it just wasn't in me to stay. I couldn't forget, the hate and regret you poured upon to my soul. I was indeed the one fighting for you in the end. But like the setting star, over the event horizon lost to space & time. I can't help someone who isn't mine.
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