The only light I could find in the sky was the glint of the yellow moon. The stars rested beneath the embrace of their mothers’ scowls. Not a single fire bled tonight.
I sipped the black coffee from my slightly worn-out mug. The burning and bitter liquid coated my throat, enough to shake me from some horrible sleep. I had placed a chair on my lonely balcony to sit and dream of dreams, but I could only remember terrors.
The single lamppost before my apartment graced its warm shine over the darkness of the pavement. I still imagined its obligation to wake up for those who sleep at night. We belonged in this time.
I thought it was a brilliant idea to suffer with someone who wanted to suffer to death, but it only created madness in hell. I could not kill our lunacy because it would make the cold flames of the demon’s dungeon disappear. Before I knew it, our sick trance of hallucinations poisoned my dead body.
You lived in death, but I faded from it. When you grieved in sorrow, I could only cry for pain. I did not know any longer if which darkness came better, but I had known we could separate to breathe the shallow dusk.
I forgot about my mug, but I let it shatter on my tainted tiles. Somehow, I missed you; but I did not want to tell my narrow sanity that I did the wrong thing.
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