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04 :: extinguished stars.

THEY started as lost gas,

Collected from the previous.

Part of a painful cycle,

Inevitably continuous.

These stars weren't the first,

Neither were they the last.

The ones before them,

Began the same.

Born as another,

Dreams driven by pain.

Some reached for space,

But were knocked back down.

Head pulled from the clouds,

Feet shackled to the ground.

Though the others made it,

Dreamed for the rest.

A beautiful creation,

From sickening sadness.

Yet something rips through the stars,

Tears it into pitiful pieces.

The agony it caused,

Its effect never ceases.

But it's a cycle,

One that must continue.

The kind that must go on,

For the next to be born anew.

A disaster,

That looks precious from afar.

To the others who lost their spot,

Amongst the stars.

In sad nostalgia,

They reminisce and watch.

They try to jump toward the sky,

But their feet are locked.

And they miss their twinkle,

Like the ones that shine above.

With so much innocence,

Naivety and love.

Those stuck,

watch as they envy so much.

Some grow angry,

And claw stars from their happiness.

Crush them into dust,

And laugh at their sadness.

But others just wish,

They could be there again.

Up so high,

Clear as a diamond.

Not tainted with filth,

Not existing for another to kill.

And these stars finally become torn,

Allowing the next ones to be born.

And even as they die into a gas,

It looks beautiful from afar.

Losing their spot,

Amongst the stars.

— 𝑀.