I gaze upon the stars this night
There's a concept I can't quite grasp
Why is it in every situation
Do "good guys finish last"?
I give my heart, I give my soul
I give my tender love & care
Though as I die, giving my best
The love I seek just isn't there
Wrapped within barbs, my heart cries red
Crestfallen so in death I lay
Yet death rebounds with no effect,
Loveless, I still sulk in dismay
Every reason & hope wisps off with the clouds
Every heart as reachable as the stars
Though sooner immune to the saturnine past
The longing still scythes the heart
Life is said to be of erratic elements;
No monotony or predictability
Yet I'm left jaded in an endless cycle
Life must have forsaken me
As futility glazes over my eyes
This sorrow has reached its peak
A man with tough and wholesome build
Is brought weeping on his knees
This heart laments yet knows the truth;
There's no point to this foolish delirium
Dejected & dying, I'm left with the stars
Pouring crimson regret; a sickness without a serum.
