Star Fade

Burn the night with your yellow shine, fall to my feet with a bleeding heart that begs to exist in my world of fame and fortune. You come and you used and abused my love of truth and expect forgiveness. He who waits for such forgiveness waits in vain for at night’s end he shall fall like burnt out ash in mid December that serves to bring fourth only warmth and comfort. With tear filled eyes I shall sit and watch you fall to the ground where all murders of the heart go. Squeezing and breathing are skills I have picked up along the road side of lusted souls lost to the hands of flying crows who's one mission is to pick your eyes out at the fist chance they get. Fade assure room less homes, crack walls, broken windows and wingless planes fly high and sore like a bird of rested soul. In memory of me who lie in her dug out grave seeing a tiny glimpse of the moon and stars fade.