My universe is a mere mirage, my conscience it's victim, the way my hands leap at it, I can see the stars writhing in discomfort,
For some it's in the form of benediction, for others in the guise of loved ones, my stars were a betrayal and their outburst even bitter,
They sucked the light out of me, started feeding off my soul, gradually my body withered in bits and they noticed it in my dark circles,
The notion of insomnia couldn't stand, my sleep wasn't decaying, it was only handcuffed under circumstances as the hours had already given up,
My cheekbones cracked a smile, they couldn't even guess, I'm the master in a ring, bewitching their minds like the bleeding rain,
Their was a concealed flood of emotions that lay in my chapped lips,
The drought that had made it's way wasn't so sure to bear the cracks in wane,
The strands were shedding so rapidly more like the bright autumn leaves, but they weren't kept safe inside the Crevices of someone's sick heart, they marked my anxiety and the distance that someone left me with,
The fingers once wrote about the chaotic thoughts, now type a lonely quote,
The hands which builded a home inside a cage, lay idle in search of the lost pieces,
My body is a giant cage, with no windows, rooms or wind, with every breathe I desperately hope to disappear.
My universe is a mirage, my conscience it's victim, my illusion will fade away just like my body of stardust.