Literature
counting stars
Sometimes, after a battle
I sit and hear my mind rattle
The dungeons, the dank
All to see the levels on my rank
I can prophesize the ends and the means
My soul bursting, burning at the seams
To kill, not to kill,
Sanity, humanity only to fall ill
We inhale this cycle of billing life away
Paybacks, refunds, mercy falls astray
No, I just sit back, head upright
With the painted tainted glory of my brother's blood drying on my knees
No just sittin', beggin' "please"
Lord have mercy on me.
Only to look up at the dark, skyless heaven
Stars glinting, scintillating, flaming, even
I wish with my hurting heart that,
countlessly,
ther