More ultra violent fire on my retina, scanning the sky for vital signs.
In a world that turned so negative overnight.
In the anti-light,
Avoiding shadows, burning bright.

Shine, shine, my stars in a universe.
The [bad word] 
New constellations taking shape above me.

All shades of blue pulsating, alternating where the night sky used [bad word] 
Black stars join the orange retina moon.

Shine, my stars in the universe.
The [bad word] 
New constallations taking shape all the time.
My nights and days reverse.
The stars align and offer little consolation to me.
Bathing in the anti-light,
Avoiding shadows, burning bright.
Bathing in the anti-light,
Avoiding shadows of ultra violent white.

Dismal stars.
Like my aching hunger for change, they linger.
They remain.

I may cry on the cold shoulder,
Scan the sky [bad word]  colder.
Lift the veil and kiss the crying,
Leave a trail to leave it dying.

The stars align.
The [bad word] 
In anti-light
All the time.