The galaxies fade at a swipe of his hand,
With one finger he blots the stars,
With a single breath all songs are silenced,
But this world fascinates.
Why are they not afraid?
He did not try to hide,
But they did not try to run.
The sky itself was torn at his wish,
Yet they care more about some pretty colours?
So foolish,
But perhaps he could let them live,
Why?
They cannot help him,
He is beyond help,
Or greater than help at least.
His blood keeps falling,
He sees their smiles wiped away,
Just like his was,
He can't bring himself to do it,
And from his weary eye,
A tear in the sky,
Falls through a tear in the sky.