I walk upon a land of fallen stars.
Rising so high, how they fall so very far.
I hear the crunch of souls beneath my feet.
Graves upon graves till there is no beat.
Silence becomes the silent ones.
Those that weep and those that run.
They intertwine till they bind.
Forming a tapestry of my mind.
A cold grave where thoughts go to die.
And as they die they twinkle before my eye.