I look at the stars tonight, I hoped they would shine the brightest, they did

a gentle cool breeze flows past my face delicately with comfort, I could pose here forever

yet so alone, wishing someone was here.

The moon poisons my eye with no pain, I have warm tears down my face and down my neck.

hidden stars appear when lights are gone, hidden beauty has no tools.

I think about you, my very old friend, who needs to die out of my soul

yet you are stuck to me forever, like a dead angel on my shoulder.

Right now, my hand is cold yet paralyzed, true angst for company.

A shooting star flies past my window, I wish to be held

yet, I know, this will not happen.

I cry still, tears run down my neck and my face gone pale.

And my hand still is cold with no warmth

as my dead angels soul still hants me, I feel pity for you, my dead heart.

The pure silence, fills the air with a silent scream of dread

Yet still. My faith carries on.

Walking across the empty streets of darkness

seeing the reflections of the night on the waters.

Trees start to mangle, so does my thoughts

and so I return, to a empty house, I decay all alone under the night blanket.