Yellow Star by Cidney (fucking amazing poem)
Yellow Star
You are on my sleeve yet I see you in the sky
Even though the colors of the world are starting to fade
My blood is no longer the rich crimson it was
My skin is starting to turn gray
I look around and I am surrounded by death
But I'm used to him being around
And I see him in their eyes as I lay in this bottomless pit
A never ending hole, of tortured people, innocent souls
The scars from the barbed wire form constellations on my arm
Out of them I make my own yellow star
My hope of serenity
That holds my identity
Dirt is now starting cover my skin
My last breathe I take within
And
I keep my mind on that star in that sky
In this world of murder
What number I am I
You are on my sleeve yet I see you in the sky
Even though the colors of the world are starting to fade
My blood is no longer the rich crimson it was
My skin is starting to turn gray
I look around and I am surrounded by death
But I'm used to him being around
And I see him in their eyes as I lay in this bottomless pit
A never ending hole, of tortured people, innocent souls
The scars from the barbed wire form constellations on my arm
Out of them I make my own yellow star
My hope of serenity
That holds my identity
Dirt is now starting cover my skin
My last breathe I take within
And
I keep my mind on that star in that sky
In this world of murder
What number I am I