It feels like the stars were staring down on me.
They saw me tossing, turning.
They saw me clawing, scratching.
Fighting for this very last grasp of breath,
Streams fell down her cheek bone,
She dropped to her knees.
Begging me to please not go,
The light in her eyes turned from bright white to a gray moon.
Waiting for a memory being held down by the enemy,
They finally dragged my body away.
She had this panic in her eyes,
And her hands were cold and shaky.
She started questioning the heavens, shouting at them all,
She finally stepped away in withdrawal.
One more into the flames,
Into the last good fight let me burn in this fire.
I lived and died on this day,
But who have I really ever known?
I was lost from the beginning.
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