The dead man dances,
Though not very often.
His limbs are always so numb,
It's very cramped in his coffin.

I remember the noble days
When the poems I wrote were more
Than just half-disguised attempts to save myself
Too often now, I forget
To remind you that you're beautiful

You are beautiful
You are what makes life worth living

Too often now, I forget that words are meant to be
Out and spoken
And even though each stands alone in its meaning
Like the language that binds them all together,

Not one of us is alone.

There are stars in the sky and laughter across my ears
I am smiling in my mind
So I am not prepared for the world to shatter around me
In one gasp of breath, black paint spills over all I see

My hands clutch to my core
Trying to stop the bleeding from a wound that never was there
The pain so complete, I must be dying
I'm endlessly dying

I would rip my heart from my own chest if that would stop the pain

When the world returns, I turn my eyes desperately to the stars
As if tethering myself to each one so they can't run away again
I tell myself
I could never give up this life under their watch

Please don't let the stars go out