I shall put myself to sleep
and call it eternity.
My body will wither away
and no one will
weep except the men in the stars
and the ink that bleeds
onto my hands like
the color of rage that will stain my skin.
My eyes will reflect misery no longer,
my aching soul will
burn no more.
Let me fall,
Let me singe,
Let my memory linger,
and wander the dark sky.
