See The Stars And Begone Poem by Raven Black and Blue

Out in this dismal space
I opt to lead the race
With comets to some place
Glazed eyes, tears on the face

Cleaning the melted metal
Threw away the mental
Drifting slowly and sentimental
Trying thy best not to be fatal

In this morbid open blackness
I am carrying my own mess
Hate being looked down a little less
Existence is just here to help, i guess

Stars collide in the blue morning sky
Finished daydreaming about Hispanic pie
All i want to do is to satisfy
Urges of the soul that is high