Stellar

If shooting stars were made to wish upon,

and the universe was just a dusty drum,

would you follow the adament trail?

Across the belt, the lions mane and the scorpions tail?

Without knowing if the universe will grant that wish,

Tell me then, would you take that risk?

Diction Addiciton

Systematic, I'm wrapped in this.

I'm fixated on a toxic bliss.

It replaces my thoughts,

forgetting dreams not sought.

Spectres, memories, debts unpaid,

polluted minds, the eutopian raid.

Sloshed in poison worth heaving

but I am the one retrieving

death's inviting carte blanche.

This massive avalanche

Will try to swallow me whole

Until I regain and seize control.