Brilliant Future

The only son

To see the moon and feel the sun

Six feet down

Seeing the stars finally around

Life complicating

Voices going silent

Piece of the game

Will becoming bent

Mind aflame

Reality no escaping

Only cold facts

And a death that lacks

Any depth

As I breathe the smoky breath

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