Staring into blank space,
Dreaming things of fantasy.
Whishing they were true,
Immortalized in my mind,
are thoughts of things,
Made of fantasy.
The human plague-
Worlds enveloped,
The darkness gathers,
Feeding off reality,
The fabric of time.
Humanity created this abomination,
Known only as humanity itself.
Deep in the black of space-
Deep in the black of space,
Flying for eternity.
It feels no pain,
Knows no fear.
Knows not its destination,
Knows only where it came to be.
Midnight sky-
Paceing back and forth,
Staring at the midnightsky.
Years go by,
And still I cry.
Dreaming things undone,
Things that could have been.
Mindless-
Nothing to do,
Nothing to say.
Standing there from day to day.
Always looking forward.
Never looking back.
Moving forever into the abyss,
of uncertainty.
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