• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 12
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Help Me Written In The Sky

Lying on the mucky ground,
Puddles seeping through his clothes,

He looks up at the sky,
Flowing galaxies in his veins.

Buildings swell around him:
Unnaturally looming, immobile.

The stars spill on the concrete,
Run red like fiery orbs.

Consciousness hazy, constellations
Chase each other across the indigo canvas.

He stares at the sky and hopes that soon,
Somebody up there will rescue him.