Look North, to the brightest star,

Light shedding pieces off of your window ledge

Seeping down the washed covers of your smooth mattress,

Fingers trembling as they grasp it tightly,

Trying to wake from the blinding nightmare,

Where lights are the deadliest claws.

Ripping your throat, as if it can make the air go inside

Right away. But the opening kills you.

Slowly. Like how being alive

Is supposed to let you breathe.

Like how breathing is supposed

To let you live.

Like how blood is supposed to keep

Your heart from stopping trying to beat.

But blood is the one you want to get rid of the most,

Like parasite slowly killing the host.

Sadly, this isn't beauty and the beast.

Sometimes what we need is what kills us.

     Look North, to the brightest star.

Like the wolf howling to the moon.

We don't like looking were the moon is

Like a wolf never needing it's pack.

Funny how what we  loved,

We always hated.

You hate the sound of pencil writing against the walls

But you keep on writing anyway.

What doesn't kill you makes you weaker.

Until it kills you altogether.

Until what's left is just something the fools bury.

Alive, bit you are alive,

And somehow, you aren't fighting to get out.

Because you never needed to anyway.

We breathe when no one is looking.

But we look way past what looking is.

We like noise, like how we like when noise

Is just the buzzing sound of silence.

Is looking just trying to see?

Or trying to see past what looking  really is.

     Look North, onto the brightest star.

What you see is just my dream.

What you hear is just my scream.

And you will think I'm not real, but I am.

And I am you, and I am the only one,

Who hears your all of your screams.

This is nothing but a dream.

When you wake up, you look onto the brightest star,

Not North, but on the eastern sky.

Screaming a quiet noise, burning your face warm.

           When you cry, or when you smile

You see me, but not on every mirror,

But when you're alone,

When you drop the pretence

My eyes are your own.

       Look North onto the brightest star.

My tears, are yours too, you are not alone.