we're seeing stars,
seeing scars left by
stationary cars and frosted
fragments of feeling,
we are daylight healing
and sunshine tears,
quiet fears and hurting
hearts, waiting, wishing
in the dark, waiting for
someone to switch on
the light in the night,
because the rhymes can't
keep a steady rhythm and
time won't keep speaking
forever, and uncertainty
always was our downfall,
our call to battle which
tended to fail, we won't
prevail, it's too late
to wait for us because we're
seeing stars in the scars left
by incomprehensible bars,
and lost dusks
that couldn't hold on,
because of every storm
that pulled away houses
and left behind fields,
the power you yield
will take us away, and the
dusk will fade back into
the sunset, so we can relive
the final moments of light
before we're seeing stars
beside the scars, left by
sticky top hats and the
doormat with tea stains
reminds us of pains that
we can't ever escape
from, it feels wrong, thinking
about those who are still
drinking away the days
and the songs that still play
on, sweet and cruel,
we are just fools who are
seeing stars beneath scars
and empty fingers, with
glass that lingers in
every crevice, please listen
to the broken china vases,
they won't wait for
those who are still stuck
in drifting boats that
barely float, waves falling
on every head, let it be
me instead, with the lungs
that won't work, whisper of
a strange kind
of hurt, walls every side
of our cracked smiles
as we try to hide,
it's a quiet drowning
but i don't know why you're
frowning, there are worse
ways to go, don't you know
that we're still seeing stars
between the scars, left by
silent alarms and melodic
screaming, heads reeling,
this fragmented frosted feeling.