top of page
Search

Death Of A Star

There’s a star right in front of me,

Burning, dying, screaming,

From light years ago,

With no one to listen,

Even light years away.

Yet, it makes me feel like I am,

Burning, dying, screaming,

From light years ago,

With no one to listen,

Even light years away.

Guess we have a lot in common,

Dead and the dying.

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Where's The Tax Payers Money Going

There's dirt piling up on the side of the roads, Making it almost an impossible city to walk in, While the dry leaves of the trees, Don't feel romantic enough to me now, Where's all the tax payers mon

 
 
 

Comments

words for the day

bottom of page