The life of a star
Every star, shinign in the middle of the night
With so much vigour, ever so brightly and light
Once started as a small point in space
Darkness voiding all senses lurking all around
Gravity setting ablaze a proce not bound
Bound by space nor time
Creating all what we can see
Insignificant to all yet the start of the human race
The father and mother of both you and me
An inanimate perso without a face
Without stars there is no life
No war no combat no strife
Yet one day it too shall come to an end
Encapsulating itself like a flower ending all the light it lent
Darkness will crawl again from all the corners
leaving in it's wake nothing
No life no sight no center of our view
Leaving the meadows without dew
The grass without cattle
The flowers without petals
Griping all around my heart
Fear within every corner of my brain
This feeling of a shard
My body full of pain
This nightmare in the dark
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