My apologies were always crumpled paper that you'd throw away,
I still apologised, hoping you'll let me stay,
now the papers are covered in ink and blood,
as all the memories flood
now u fall on your knees on my grave
all the crumpled papers that you've saved
the pain flows from your eyes to your cheek
and now I rot cold and bleak.

You and I were like a garden and a war,
we both fell in love, which left our hearts quite sore
prettiest flowers now covered in blood, the bright skies cloaked with gloom
I'm afraid my little flowers would never bloom.

Felt like an eternity waiting for your birthday
now death is all you wait for
the presents wrapped, was all you crave
now the roses remain still on your grave
so excited, hard to fall asleep the night before
now death is sleep you die for.

Humanity is a cracked mirror,
a thousand faces, none of them whole.
It smiles with blood in its teeth,
shakes hands with one fist clenched.

It builds towers, writes books,
paints skies with its brilliance—
then sets it all on fire,
just to watch the glow.

It sings of love, of peace, of hope,
but only when the knives are dull.
Give it time—give it hunger—
and it will eat its own.

Yet still, we stare into the shards,
searching for something real,
pretending the fractures
were never there.
                                                          ­                                              -Salvatore

The Silence of Stars

Stars don’t burn, they just fade.
They’re not lights, they’re holes—
Torn bits of the sky,
Tucked away in the night
So no one sees them rot.

People speak of them like gods,
But they’re just frozen screams—
Unheard, long-dead screams
That once thought they could reach somewhere,
But never made it.

You stare at them, thinking you’re looking at hope.
But all you're seeing is dust,
A reminder of something that
Was never truly alive to begin with.
They died before they had a chance to matter.

The silence they leave?
That’s all we ever get.
It’s the same silence you feel
In the pit of your chest
When the world falls away and
You’re left with just yourself,
Empty, staring at empty.

Stars are just lies dressed in light—
A final cruelty,
Making you believe something
That was never real.
                                                                ­                            -Salvatore