sapphire night
unknowingly
gives a good
cover-up for
assassin stars,
and the moon
is naught but
a hazy mole
hidden behind
dark clouds.
conspiracy!
they are in
on this together;
a foul play
I must declare.
empty promises
dissolve like
crystal rain
refusing to be
captured in hand.
vulnerable am I
to be picked
until my bones
turn to ashes,
becoming nothing.
beauty of freedom
intoxicates me;
I crawl willingly
into the crypt.
assassination complete.
