It’s difficult to face the night sky in all its terrible majesty,
When every star,
Every single one of them,
Is out there to mock you,
Scorch you
And break you into pieces.
It’s amazing isn't it,
How despite being made of stardust,
I cant bring myself,
To look up at those mere shiny *****,
Blinking with the fickle hope,
Of our past.
Back which brings me to my to my initial thought,
What am i afraid of ?
After all how much darker could it be
Now that I have seen you.
I have grown to hate your shadow you see,
A rose has no right to be yellow,
Absolutely no right,
The mere idea is a sick reminder,
Of why i have fallen in love with the dark humour of starry nights.
How I wish i could raze every field where you grow,
Drown your petals in my salty tears,
And let them embrace you like the idea of love
Embraces an alcoholic mind.
Which reminds me-
An alcoholic night is a perfect backdrop
Perfect for those who have found themselves,
Perfect for those who have found the one,
But remains a musical satire for the unloved.
And that brings me to the something you already knew deep down,
Forever,
Always,
That i am unloved.
Mistake it not for hate, because while hate masquerades as the cork of the wine bottle,
The unloved stardust floats in the wine itself.
