The Death of a Celestial

The solar system that is one's being , can be seen as nothing but the empty wake of their hidden cries.

"Constellations on your cheeks..stardust in your veins..the galaxy in your eyes.."

Old descriptions of me, I came to find had long died.

"Grace in your hair..ambition in your steps.." Bits and pieces of me that were torn away, as I screamed and wept.

"Light in your smile..love in your embrace." The death of these attributes have been very hard to face. The fade in a star as it slowly withers out..the flicker of it's final breaths..the very epitome of my few wishes to close my eyes one last time.. as I drown in waves that can only be classified as seas that are..

Depressed.

"Constellations on your cheeks..stardust in your veins..the galaxy in your eyes.."

Old descriptions of me, I came to find had long died.

The solar system that is one's being , can be seen as nothing but the empty wake of their hidden cries.