wish upon a dying star

March 23, 2020
Wish upon a dying star.
The one with lavender hair and eyes eucalyptus.
She swum the void, flew through clouds viscous.
The one, sexless and frigid and inhumed in lust.
Her slender fingers now wither as she disinters the adust...
Silvery wings, formed as the fucker drowned in his kinks.
The bloody sun sinks into the vacuity beneath the brink.
The final iceblink gleamed lilac-pink and the sun is dead.
And the sunfucker abed in his nihility - a void that is red.
The sexless and the fucker, one lusts for the other.
The fucker lusts for the another - and they all suffer.
The another is the lover of the fucker, and she has dreed.
And the other is the god of nothing, the sexless - his breed.
The other is the father, the another isn't the mother.
The fucker asleep in the nothingness, devoid of color.