Taste of the stars

If the moon shines through your window, And you can't mistake the taste on your tongue, The stars have probably caught your throat. The stars are coming to take back what's theirs. The beautiful blueish white that gleams, Attacking your heart with gentleness As they peel away the emotions from your skin. The stars are coming to fix you. As they wrap their fingers around your lungs, Squeezing until your breath disappears, They make you one of theirs. The stars are making you their masterpiece. When your heart freezes at their finger tips, Your skin turning pale and lips turning blue, You start to glow just like them. The stars are blessing you with relief. The second your death sinks in and your skin glows, You yourself become a pretty glowing blue, Destined to serve the Moon as a helper. Your the stars only desire. They balm you in sweet love, Kissing your skin and making pleasure cours through you, You're finally one of them. The stars are making you divine. if They pray and look, And you slowly feel weightless, Their eyes like fire on your skin, You know you've become one of them. So, If the moon shines through your window, And you can't mistake the taste on your tongue..