When the stars come out
They should find me
Desolate, dead
Too far gone to shine upon

They would find my skin limp
As limp as skin can be
Dried out
And my bones too hollow to fill

The stars, in all their glowing glory
Will shrink farther away
No one, no thing
Could love the dead
Such as me

My eyes will be sanded over
No moisture will be left
My wrist will withered
And my knees will be crushed

I'll be a cave of empty wonder
Where there was a heart
There is none!

My lips part out in a muffled scream
The slowest scream the stars never heard

The night sky will look upon me
And detest the rest of this dead race
Because what kind of being
Would let someone rot so much
As to not be rotten?

I'll be nothing but lightly packed dust
And it'll be true
That no love had ever touched me,
By the time the stars come out.