death trek

the stars sparkle after nightfall darkles,
innumerable eyeballs light up like light bulbs,
faraway array of blinks, astral asterisks twinkle astray.
they seldom felt welcome
when they fell from
Hell’s realm.
secretly, unknown,
they need to be alone.
countless flocks of miniature dots,
darkness haunted by ghostly faded, signature snowflakes,
glossy fossils reflect the deadened cross roads of hostile lost souls.
if you recollect these spectral specks, then you might retrospect the trek of death.