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I walked towards the main viewI walked towards the main viewing window from the now empty bridge, dragging a fold able chair behind me. Hours ago the bridge was bustling with activities as officers went along their business, maintaining functionality of the CNR Murder. I have given the officers break to have the bridge all to myself. The Murder is on autopilot and her screen slowly faded to darkness as I told her I wanted to see Uitra III, my home planet. I set the chair down and collapsed, mere feets away from the cold window as the bridge was slowly illuminated with a blue hue by the planet. I closed my eyes slowly, as the engines of the ships hummed peacefully, while basking in the light from the stars and my home. Everyone of them, shining, just for me.
Breathe AgainWhen I open my eyes in the morning light
I catch my breath, feel a little frightened.
Watch your face peacefully sleeping
Heartbreak, I know there's no keeping you.
Tell me now that there's nothing more
Just do it now so that I can breathe again
I know somehow you're just too beautiful
I know now that you're gonna be leaving
Just too beautiful
Too beautiful for me
Not long now before it's time to go
Gotta be strong somehow
Don't wanna let it show
But my heart is aching
My heart is breaking
You ask meYou ask me...
Why I slowly kill myself with these cigarettes
Why I wear black clothing that matches my lungs
Why I stare at the color blue that matches my mood
I will tell you why
I blacken my lungs with these grey filth
to match those who suffer in this world
I hide in the shadows inside these black cloth
to hide my sadness I feel for this world
I feel sorrow from watching the blue sky
for those who cannot.
On preparing to never let goWalking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip, instead she ruminates on how appalling it'd be to divide her in fourths:
she laughs as she's divvying up her body parts for our mantles.
I tell her we'll set up a custody schedule, but only between my closest sister and me;
we're the ones that take care of her. But in reality, I'm not planning on sharing.
She tells me she wants to be in the n
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