The Stars, Oh the Stars

short prose

the stars, oh the stars,
covered in a sea of black.
a sea of black, but look what's behind,
behind lies the eternal, the rich, the magestic..
like a damaged quilt, ready to made again.
but tonight's a different night, i don't see the stars,
i can't quite see what lies ahead, into the rich, the magestic.
just me and the stars tonight, but i still don't see the stars..
i only see myself, blockaded from the real, the dark, the drag that brings me down.
but tonight's a different night, i'll never let the real, the dark drag me down..
i'll take one more look at the stars, and never look down again