Star

by Beautifully Grotesque   Jun 5, 2005


So bright, so small,
i wish i could reach out
and touch one, to feel the power
comming off it.
So hot its cold, so cold its hot.
My body quivers as it touches my skin.
A chill of pain and relief runs up my spine.
My body becomes numb, without feeling.
cold, hot, black, white, its all the same.
A big blur of everything,
meaningfull, and meaningless alike,
all because of one silvery star.

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