Standing there,
Like some burnt out soul.
Full of candle lit despair,
Gazing out to a sea of sky.
Painting your rainbow kissed nightmares,
Across a hazy curtain of stars,
In the hope some poor
Apple sauce eyed
Cloud child
Will notice your pleas for help.

Smiling at the chances you missed,
Somewhere between the clouds of epiphany,
That circle your fallen angel head
(And my benevolent existence).
Just noticeable enough
For the mirror sharded rain
To pass you by.
As you stare into the life
That you made for yourself.

Now you're just another burnout
Another one of life's stars
Hung out to die
In nothing more than celestial darkness.
You went too fast -
Burnt too bright.
The ace you once played with
Has swallowed what little soul you've left
And there's nothing in your eyes
But celestial darkness.