solace.

stargazer.

My words were forming galaxies. Star by star. Constellation by constellation.

Every little star in the sky filled this void of darkness that I had been so sweetly indulged in.

After all, stars are unable to shine without a great quilt of black. Blacker than ink.

Maybe the words fell weak in front of other species of my kind. Formidable opponents with ghastly souls compelling me to hide beneath my smile.

That smile too was plastic. Or was it clay? Maybe that smile was painted on with a delicate brush. Dipped in paint, each time a new feeling joined the others at the back of my mind. Buried deep within my heart. Lost somewhere in the deepest parts of my soul.

I was ashamed to admit that I held the face of another puppet who could easily fall victim to the controlling freaks around this place. Around this world.

These constellations could only be formed in my thoughts. Clouds loomed over me yet the galaxies were distant and dead. Crying and weeping tears of distress. Calling for me. Hoping...I would reach them. Time was ticking. 

I joined the rest of the broken porcelain dolls in the corner of this demented place. Hopeless. Daunted by the spawns of satan until they manipulated the core of my soul, unveiled it inhumanly. 

I was locked in my thoughts. No key could open my heart up to anything. It was too late. 

Noose. Once. Twice. Thrice. Jump.

I was the hopeless ghost of the girl who was pronounced dead.