i rid myself of the sun

No sunsets

no burns on bones and skin

No rays of joy and shine

nights are grim

The moon is beautiful, yes

but I require an agony

a blaze

I require a light that gives life

regardless of strife

The stars are a miracle after the other

of collisions and dances

but I require my own star

my own collisions and romances

collide we did

ignite I did

until all was dark

No sunsets

no burns on bones and skin

no rays of joy and shine

the sun is gone

all that remains is the moon and me

nights are grim

once I rid myself of the sun

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