To my sky,
Pacify
My suffering.
In stillness, shattered I.
Your morning suns, so out of reach,
But infinitely nigh.
My hope is torn asunder. You
Surmount my gaze so easily.
My strength reduced to nothing,
My soul in jaded pieces, we
Were God, Invincible.
I long for your embrace.
I'm drained. I'm unable
To be lacking of your grace.
Spare me.
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And what of me, despondently
Lamenting without you?
My cries impaired, my purpose gone,
With everything I knew.
Your eyes, the sky cannot contain.
I built my towers tall,
To catch a glimpse of your allure.
How cruel that I would fall.
My hands, they quake with restlessness.
My joy is siphoned dry.
I--- Never meant to hurt you.
But I'm the one that died.
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