The stars cried, watching me on the edge.
I escape in a downward spiral
Fighting the lights dancing in my mind
A touch brushes my fingertips,
"Don't listen to the end."
A cold lie.
Empty eyes staring blue as light curls into clouds around me.
None can stand to see pain in the eyes of compassion.
An escape worth the price in guilt.
Maybe I no longer weep for the end.