Starkillers by Akshay Fotedar

Jul 27, 2018

The fragile mesh of thoughts
torn by a falling star.
A sundering of worlds;
the incompleteness

In dark desires, glory was found,
butchered, hung up by the window
for finer sensibilities.

Twisted wraiths
float in the vacuum;
We are starkillers.
Our truth will bind you
brand you
leave you hungry.

Never-ending sham
of complexity, riddles,
truths shared hesitantly.
A torn mask
marks this lie.
Draw a gaudy heart
across an empty chest.

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