Dead Stars

Dead stars in the sky,
and here I sit wondering why,
am I alive or am I dead?
Am I just fucked up in the head?

When I see the light,
I put up a fight,
just to stay behind,
and hope not to lose my mind.

When the stars die,
does anyone cry?
Or do they move on with their feable lives,
crawling home to their husbands and wives.

When you die,
I know someone will cry,
but when I die,
wiil you cry?

Or will the stars decide,
that my life is not worth anything,
so when I hide,
you bite and sting.

So there they lie,
the dead stars,
never saying good-bye,
or laying in bars.

When the chains pull tighter,
causing all of my air,
to woosh out and make me feel higher,
than any good drug pair.

When I finaly take my last breath,
will you leave my body there?
When you choke me to death,
will you even care?