My dark star
He gave me stars with my name, but I don’t want them alone. They bring his cold to my warmth making me feel I’ve died. And still with the chains in my arms I keep those stars inside me, shineless, with sorrow around cuz’ they don’t find their path. How do I explain to my blood that it won’t run again? Everything was stoped in here, even the cemetery has no move. In my deepest desire the eternal lives, bury with sparkle, lieing to me. Which is my deepest desire? Against to Death, I may find it in dreams. My stars are perfectly flawed, dancing around my worst fear, they sing, play… stab me from inside. They don’t sparkle, they drain their lifes. Give me passion for who I exist, give me a knife for what I love. Can’t I stab the moon? Can’t I kill this fucking moon? Where is his pain now? I want to see him suffer, take him infront of me and take off his eyes. Don’t care about my stars, they won’t sparkle without his life and he has taken it so far away that just behind the s