A decor of stars I wished to be,
Tranquility in me I wished to see,
I prayed to him,
To slay the moon ,
For me to be the vessel for it's light to swoon.

I am what I chose to be,
A calamity I rose to be,
Ascension of it all was a prayer,
To be no hearts souvenir,
To dispell,be forgotten and veiled,
Now,
Within claws of solitude have I been enslaved,
I begged for his pity,
Now I am scarred,
A misfortunate heart,
Who can't decipher right or wrong,
Who is woven in a sorrowful song,
A decor of stars I wished to be,
Tranquility in me I wished to see,
I prayed to him,
To slay the moon ,
For me to be the vessel for it's light to swoon.

Should you pardon my mistake if I were to comply,
On monstrosities that solemnly lie
In my soul,
In my shattered soul,

I am sad and unpardoned,
Of the burden that I choose to carry.

Is it a mistake or the limit to his perfection,
Creating me,a shallow imperfection

A perpetually illuminant why,
Has adorned me to believe,
My passion is to cry,
My passion is to grieve,
Patronised to my beings extent,
Is a limerence to being content,

Admonished to partake,
This world I forsake,
And chirp over their cries,
For it's befit to realise,
Everything is bound to cease,
For none is there a release,
Dogma prevails over a soil to which tomorrow has no avail,
magnanimity subdued,
For our ******* ways has us all induced,
The way of life we have confused,
Authority is misused,
Enchant Misdemeanor craze,
Endeavour to earn,
Alas,
A salvation remains unlearnt,
Sea of hypocrisy and blood left awake,
A whim has lead me askew,
To simmer no hope,
To wilt In no lies,
To not be loved to conjure in a hearty demise,
"The earth is a blemished mess",
The sun sings to the skies,
Stuck in repentance the stars nod,
Bitterness espouses,
As i unearth in my creed,
A fabulous truth,
To which man pays no heed.