They say the white light
Of the stars
Is the most sacred
And precious
Of them all
Yet I would disagree
It is the loneliest form of light
For the stars
Are forever alone
They're too far
Out of reach
And all you can do
Is watch them
As they burn
Slowly consuming
Themselves
Alone
That's how I feel
At the moment
I'm getting to the point
Where I'm going
To explode
There's a limit
To how much
I can hold in
Everything is just
Becoming too dense
And too heavy
To continue
Holding on to
Stars have their limits
And so do I
We're both burning up
Knowing that we
Will eventually burst
And become nothing
For that is what
We have always been
Nothing