Shattered stars on the floor
Infinite eyes never goes to sleep
Bright blue stars on the shivering sky
Endless  kaleidoscope eyes

To think, to feel, to hear the immense night
To see the last light return to the falling sun
Keep me in your memory
But hold me in your future

I miss you, even more across the sky.
Waters can’t quench hearts anymore
Movement in the stillness
…It could be all yours

There is no silver, among the gold hair
On top of the airy, archness woman
It’s not that she has forgotten, for I have not.
Bearing an artificial wish to him
To inflame her no more
It’s not that she is fearless, for I am not.
’twas the accuracy of his aim
that pierced the air of assumption
At the center of the twisting path
Rooted in prejudice standing in solitude
Determined to never succumb to the man
Destined to never find a way out
And it’s not that she is not I, for she is.
It’s that I am here and you found me
But with the blow of fate
the chaos of the confusion created peace
yet still to be found in the maze
with the dawning recognition at our backs.

It is not that she doesn’t love, for I do.

A subtle air of obscurity
An avalanche of disappointment
As the realization occurs
that they were merely a detachment of life
Way before their time
Too soon, too fast, not enough.
Silent laughter strangles the room
Flames of scarlet across their cheeks
A fugitive touch of the hand
Glassy eyes, bolting minds
A nameless sadness oppressing their world
The faint heart filled with eager hopefulness
beaten by the imperious and sagacious mind
Quick flames leaping in every cell of their silhouettes
Only to be washed away by the knowingly river
The wistful melancholy bound to the star-crossed lovers
when they hear the sinking beating grow faint.

The crumbling walls, the running feet never returning
Orange glow reflected in the dead eyes
The city is burning
Pieces of souls mixed with the delicate ashes flies
The desperation written in the sky, everyone’s a mourner
Sweat on their chest, fear in their mind
The widows on every street corner
Ignorance, we are all of the same kind
The despair and the broken screams
It isn’t over, never will be till the boatman comes for the last time
Leave money, desert your weapons, forget your dreams
Slash the idea of letting them pay for their crime
Chase the hope, not the faintly glow of death upon the collapsing city
The useless killings, the cruel slaughter
Don’t ******, but feel pity
The teary-eyed children and the coarse laughter
Slaying the throat of another daughter
Follow the last falling star, remember your broken heart
This world, wasn’t made to be torn apart.