The heavens shake
and the vast expanses tremble,
against the might of the falling stars
the earth is not but a pitiful thimble.

The night is alight
and the darkness bright,
the stars are falling
and the heavens are calling.

The seas thrash
as eternity is smashed.
The birds cease there songs
And the wise ones play out
their warning gongs.

The peoples panic
and rulers flee,
the cities crumble
as the holy ones make
their dying plea.

When stars fall
darkness covers all.

When stars fall
we forget it all,
we forget our love,
we forget our hate,
we forget out troubles
we forget our pride.

We turn tail
we run and hide.
We fall into darkness
deep, deep into darkness.

Our life no longer is ours
When under the doomed spell
of the falling of the stars.

If only I had seen
What my life would mean
To me
If only I had seen
How I would watch everything crumble apart
If only I had seen
That I let it fall apart
And fall back inside of me
If only I had seen
What happened to me

And she did leave me
Speechless
It's not often I become as
Weak as this
But I can't tell what advice to
Bring her
But I can tell her panics always
Linger
With this boy. He's always
To be coy
Baby he's going to leave you
(But yet you continue) -
Maybe Yes; you have an
Expiration date
And I'm at least glad you didn't
Realise too late
I know my girl, and detachment
Won't swing
It's terrifying to face it,
To really bring
Yourself to acknowledgment
I know the feeling
If you find your solution -
I'll be left reeling.

he said it was too much,
to keep caring for a worthless girl,
he said it was too hard,
to keep loving her depressed soul,
he said it was too painful,
to keep watching her crumble,
he said it was too irritating,
to keep fighting for her,
and so,
he left with a few
hateful words directed
to her.

**but he never asked
how it was for her,
to deal with a scarred body,
a ****** up mind, and
an empty soul.

I wonder how long it will take me to be whole.

You might think that this sounds odd or possibly vain, but it is a thought that torments me constantly as I am driving home in the wee hours of the morning.

I'm tired of being captured by the picture that others have of me, as I am more than a nervous disposition and a small frame.

Everyday I go through the motions, yet everyone I experience seems to see right through me. I am only a temporary splotch of paint that will be covered up on their canvas of convenience.

I finally reached my breaking point, and as I stood there with tears leaking through my closed eyes, you asked me if I was okay and at first I didn't even hear your voice.

I try to keep my emotions under control, but I have come to accept the fact that humans can only hold in so many different feelings before they explode.

You saw the small crumble of my body and mind, watched all of my colors pour out of me, and yet you stayed.

I am entirely grateful.