I shouldn't see stars when I stand up
only when I stand up
or lift my arms above my head, or walk to another room
stars, little light specks flickering past my vision
miniscule comets
and as I trade in my remains of the day
thieving those around me
sinking to new lows
I wonder if this is redemption for all those I have wronged
while chasing that which will surely
end me
