I was once a treasured place
I brought delight and glee
Lonely nights followed crowded days
Encircled in life, sheltered by tree

Caterpillars plucked from me
Were collected and called by name
I was your castle, your plane and ship
Imagination was to blame

My eyes did see less of you
Flickers of hope as you walked by
I began to rot and decay
slanting in sorrow, beginning to sigh

Weeds grow beneath in cobwebbed shadows
years elapsed before your view
dejected decay of a lost soul
once enriched, now askew

strangers see a place with simple sorrow
whispers of laughter hang in ghostly air
Only you see what was once here
leaves cover earth, trees stand bare

But I have seen my best days
I wish you all goodbye
For now I must let the wind
Nudge me down forever to lie

The pores sink deeper into my skin
Each one shines like those stars
randomly scattered across the darkened sky
deceiving all who wish upon them

All hopes and dreams diminish
Those stars cant grant wishes
Like a gene in a lamp
All they do is lie

When you wish upon a star
You hope it will hear you
But you don’t think twice
Because that star may be deaf

All you see is the light through its pores
But in the deep depths, if u were to travel
To see this very star you would find it dead
No longer producing light

I am like a star, I shine through the darkness
But, you see, im a dead star,
only deceiving all who place their wishes on me
Im a covered lie of irony, don’t try to find the hope in me.

Monsters are those from which I came
They spit venom and screech with no thought
Human they are not, it seems to me,
To treat another alike, no man ought

Through quivering ears I heed the howls
Of the creatures as I lay
Pray that I shall never wake
As one of these monsters one frightful day

For my mind simply cannot comprehend
How, if human, can one hear himself shriek
In a way which only monsters speak?

A rose so delicate when grasped
If held too tight it shall crumble
Divulging an inside unknown
Soft spoken words it will mumble

Fell those eyes upon thee
Move so slight or all will be gone
Only sway in a land of no light
Dance free in the darkness until dawn

If spotted once it will be plucked
And left the stem with thorn
Grow it shall not when parted
The stem is left to morn