blood red blue

the stars on my ceiling don't shine anymore my eyes rubbed bleeding and raw, the outlines blending and bending more, the stars on my ceiling just don't shine anymore. the light will never hit them again. the light must simply refrain no matter the feeling or the pain, from any reflection or gain, nothing will make them glow again. I don't know what I am to do. there's nothing old and nothing new just when I knew someone like you. a beautiful past, a beautiful tragedy but now we're gone and through sitting here and staring at myself mourning oneself, hardly knowing who whether one is pink or if one is blue forever now and forever more, the stars on my ceiling won't shine anymore.