(The Stars Never Lie)
So stand I,
In the whispered, teasing morning light.
The tears of angelic eyes twinkle and descend. Melting upon my freckled nose.
Heart wrenching, and I've forgotten how to breath.
The memories of embraces sweet,
Of infinity mixed with peace.
And for eternal moments, I was. Alive.
Just enough to feel mortality,
As it clawed at my flawed existance.
Grasp in the mind with clarity. Sweet clarity
And certainly The ancient ridddles can be solved
Kneeling upon dirty ceramic tiles.
Seeking answers to questions I can not begin to comprehend.
Light the candles and pray to Idols for clarity. Sweet clarity.
It's certainly insanity. Most certainly. It's contradictory.
Burning stars were infinite. Once upon a sweeter time.
But now we stand between twisting galxies waiting.
Soon they will collide.
And no deity will dare pick up the pieces.
I hate the stars.
For all their aweful lies.
For inspiring faith in the meek, and divine.
I hate the stars. For teasing me, and daring me to dream.
I hate the stars for what they really are,
Sparkling... scarred...
Reminders.
Even Deities will die.
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