As the stars come crashing down,
one by one
all the light in the world goes out
like a candle
I once thought would lead the way.
Dusty smoke engulfs my once beaming eyes
leaving no time to conceive the digits
that tick away the moments I wish were endless
all I can do is wave,
as life drifts further from my grip.
Again, my wish is unfulfilled
all I can do is wait for the end
once darkness has consumed us all
I know all too well that time has just stopped
and I’ve missed my chance, forever..
For without the glow of the stars
how will we know where to go?
or where we belong?
we’re forever lost in a nothingness world
below an empty sky,
we used to gaze upon for answers.
Our sky is now nothing,
nothing more than an unlucky eight ball
with no one to shake it
all we have is continuous yearning for something more..
Stars without an audience,
are as good as a burnt out light bulb
a vacant, black sky may still hover above us
but life as we know it, is no more.
Little pieces of what used to emit such beauty
are left shattered around our lifeless land
shredding anything that crosses it’s path
too sharp to touch, too sharp to hold
they’re better off alone..
Unable to patch up the damage
we’re left feeling useless
here is where they will stay,
resting with our hollow bodies
in a land of questionable art.