They have to explode
to be beautiful
A midnight massacre
of
Reds
Blues
sometimes
Golds
Colliding
like Chemical Lips
Lighting upon eyes
untill blind awe
impairs
even the shallowest
of hearts
Crammed the sky full
so the stars
coveted their power
and choked them
of air
and life
each died
fell
right out of
existence
leaving
only a shameful
smoke filled
abscence
for night
settled heavily
around her
sorry Suicide. | 
Submission Name: Midnight Massacre
