Some nights I look to the stars
And feel that's where I should be.
Detached from all the destitution,
The agony and misery.

To peer inside and see what's true,
Not an easy thing to do.
When all that's left are broken shadows,
That once defined you.

Seeking answers in a world of questions.
Incomplete just like the crescent,
Ever since, my adolescence.
So I measure my essence by my progression.

I turn to you,
In the desolation,
When little else resounds.
When all I feel is nothingness,
Oblivious to here and now.

So much to say,
But scared to say it the wrong way.
Led astray,
Towards the dawn, is how I pray.

Every day,
I wake up, to my dismay.
All I see are, trails of grey that never fail to prey

On my mental physique,
Every waking thought, I critique.
No pillars for support,
Just dark clouds to seethe the bleak,

In purgatory.
Struggling to cipher new forms,
To purge new norms.
There cannot be two skies,
But only two storms