The Astronaut


I remember going to church on a Sunday morning.
I prayed to my lord,
to take my soul if I die before I wake.
That night I floated through the ceiling,
over mountains and over sea
I saw a white castle in space,
surrounded by thousands of flickering lights.
A constellation I've never seen.
Suddenly I awake in bed, sleepy eyes weigh heavy.
There are empty bottles on the drawer next to my bed,
the poison still coursing through my veins.
Why do I do this to myself, self destruct so selfishly?
Ridiculous dream, I chuckled
And I fall back to sleep

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