Here, I stand,
watching the bright stars like threats,
these threads are just part of life,
how close or far we are from the light.
.
At night, I stand and watch them,
they come and go --
like my mother,
I had released her.
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I close the door she left ajar,
Her voice fades like a dying star.
.
There aren't roots that she can feed,
Her weeds remain,
Shadowed bane.
Soil cannot grow
petals and all that makes a flower whole.
.
I walk away and pray
"God, please don't have her take me away,
Long and far
Where it's just us."
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I don't want to join the dying star,
Please God!
.
She's just another creation
That has betrayed the heavens —
Yet preaches the gospel,
And says she's honorable.
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Beauty and beast became one,
now they fade beneath the sun.
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I mourn a mother who never knew,
The warmth I craved,
the hands I drew,
if only she knew,
I just wanted a life so soft and bright,
not one poisoned for endless nights.
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The dying star --- no longer just beauty,
cleverly her petals decay,
and start to gray.
.
Withered flowers,
yellow and thin,
now of death
and fallen skin.
.
A troubled mother's limp weeds ---
make the heavens madly shriek!
A poisoned seed
that became Beauty and the beast.
.
She is now a dying star,
her light has dimmed,
she spins and spins,
the angels sing sad hymns,
They've lost another human.
.
Beauty and beast had been fed,
now they sleep among the dead.
.
I made the toughest decision I could
And ended our soul contract for good.
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I stood without her presence
In the very rooms
where a dying star had been groomed.
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She feels like a myth,
one told by prophets;
this effigy of the stars,
transitions far ---
.
She no longer breathes the light,
she just exhales the fumes
of shadows and goats,
and tongues that speak low.
.
That's what happens when you're no longer a beautiful star,
just a beastly human that destroys its laws.
Tongues and saints are not the same,
dying stars are not the end game.