Pitch black

I wish i could take a gun to my head and shatter the thoughts that consume me.

I wish i could colour them over, deep red and stain the memories that confuse me.

I wish i could forgive or try forget and rise above the damages that complicate me.

Most nights i beat.
Some nights i breathe.
But tonight i bleed.

I undress the flag.
I taint the blue.
I steal the stars.

And what of tomorrow?

Pitch black.

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