You won't let the stars in your eyes shine upon me
In case their light means something and I die with a
Shard of hope
Glittering in the empty panes of my heart.
Like stained glass, coloured by my blood,
In this place of empty worship.
I pray to the angels in the caverns of your mind.
They stare as coldly as your veins of
Poison coarsing through me.
Kill me, make me hurt
In fantasy-inflicted agony
As your cruel stars in orbit beat
Down on me.