In a silent galaxy of
Pain,
He throws his head back
And screams.
For the stars blinding
His vision,
For the false hopes,
For the eternal cycle,
The improbable deaths,
And her.
The echo may haunt
The faithful forever...
Waking broken dreams,
Wading through debris
Of wretched castles...
Beyond dwarf stars
To a silence
Beyond his galaxy,
Where not a star
Twinkles,
So empty in between.
And this scream
Patters out:
Nothing beyond the
Outskirts
But silence.