when was the last time
you glanced in my heart?

I can't help myself but I'm really sorry
for all the times I caused you the sorrow
my anger and my humor gets the best of me
and it is too late now.

I'm sorry that I'm so much me
my thoughts, my words and my actions repeating
they cause you, her and him so much hurt
I'll never live peacefully till I feel those burns.

I've often been careless, reckless and tactless,
thinking from the limits of just my head
if only had I spoken less too
when I didn't understand the bigger picture.

After hour or so, I repeat in my head what I did
what I was doing, playing a fool
giving grief to the humans just like me
who are living in the world just like this.

Sorry to everyone,
sorry for every word spoken
sorry to you, her and him
can't say enough but I am really sorry
I should never be forgiven.

Days of utter darkness,
could not match the blackness of darkness of one starless night.
those trapped in the casket,
will tell you better the horror and indignation aroused by a night without a Star.

I would give up my prestige and honour to scale through that night.
I would surpass the speed of sound with my feet to escape from the furry of ever haunting shadows.

The star has been my guide for so long,
how can I walk now?
I've been addicted to its serene smile,
from whence do I get sunshine?

One Starless night,
and hope will be flushed down the eternal drain,
One Starless night,
and darkness will swallow the last rays of moonlight.

we'd all like to have
that nice cushy job
where toiling can be given
a mammoth fob

those who've landed
in these plum positions
will be assured of the
best working conditions

few if any missions
do get facilitated
the office is a place
of nil being slated

an extended lunch hour
management takes
whilst busy bees are
hauling the heavy stakes

company CEO's lounging
around in boardrooms
penalizing the labourers
who are pushing the brooms

wouldn't it be great
to sit constantly down
and not keep polishing
the boss's idling crown