Celestial Bodies

Celestial bodies. Galaxies, a light in a dark sky, a spark of hope in a world of dark.
No rise, no fall. The constant matter of live, die. Death causes greatness among the stars, more light, colour exploding between millions of gas particles. Spilling, filling voids with its light, but alas, Star nobody sees you. Tucked up there, your far from reach, your brothers and sisters shone brighter than you, didn't they? You fell away, no more light and your death brought no greatness. So as colour does upon tear soaked paper, you faded, your colour run together, falling off the pages as nothing but a gray mass.

And then Star, you were gone. Absence among millions, unnoticed. You were one less twinkle between infinite others. As more fell, others took their place. Yours was filled, and you were gone. The night sky begins to disappear. Sinking behind a concrete wasteland and human lights. Humanity conquered the sky, as buildings rode a sky was created on the ground. The simplicity of the stars, something unknown to them.

Galaxies, particles, dust, supernova, birth, life, death. The celestial sky took its gaze upon us, faces pressed against the cold glass, watching as we forgot them. Not only eyes clouded over, but the atmosphere in which we dwell.

Misguided Ghosts

And now I'm told that this is life
That pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it

Would someone care to classify?
A broken heart and some twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on
And run to them, to them
Full speed ahead
Oh, you are not useless
We are just

Misguided Ghosts

I adore this song.