The moonlight rays Slice through your window, Similar to the way The blade kissed Your skin only moments ago. You look out with Blurry vision and A clumsy heart, and You see that nature, In the depths of fall Is fading away, Leaves falling slowly, And they have never Been as beautiful As when they are dying.. You look at the stars, With shaking limbs And a broken heart, And you see that On the darkest night, Their death and explosion, And the moon light Are the only sources of light. You're getting dizzy, Head is spinning, Blood is rushing, Running from your veins, Escaping the captivity Of your own body, and You have never been So bright and So beautiful as When you were Dying right then.
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