I walk along this street alone,
Nothing but the wind to keep me company.
I take a sudden glimpse,
To of course gaze upon this unspeakable sight..
The sky is so tragically beautiful.
A graveyard of stars,
Though even after death,
Shine brighter than any sun.
The darkness within consumes every part of me.
My heart now sucked dry of all emotion,
And is left as a sculpture to the gods.
And when the sun rises once more,
I shall turn to dust.