She looks up at the thoughts of the sky,
her mind consumed in the other world.

She stains constellations on my earthy sigh,
with her words, heaving a fury unfurled.

And I stand there, throat bleeding;
for loving her, I cannot deny.

And I stand there, tears screaming;
because the love of my life is now only a lie.

And I hate how she feels for my love,
thinking that it should belong to the skies above.

For now I have come reside so low,
because she takes me again to be her foe.

And now I am slowly suffocating,
by her moods, as she is of a beast.

And now I am slowly celebrating,
while she dines on my flesh, her wary feast.