If you look at the stars, you'll see the lights
If you look closer, you'll see they're only leftover lights
Left from my heart as I cast it into the dark
Left from my soul as I forsake it to the storms of wild winter

I look at the supernova that just imploded,
as I try to cover its lights, it keeps imploding,
and sinks into itself.

Rust on the sun is spreading,
and absorbing the light.
Mold in the heart is hollowing,
and overshadows love.