Song of a Sorrowful Sun

For when a great day turns sour, and a friend gives you a cold shoulder and hangs out with someone else, here is a poem to help.

I don't know why
But it feels like a great day
Until the crystals drip from my eyes
And I think that I must be such a
horrid person for never being satisfied
like there's always a little voice
maybe a thousand of em
talkin’ bout how I must have caused this
maybe she calls her name insteada mine
Because I did something
And maybe she doesn't wanna be my
friend no more and maybe that's my fault
I don't know but suddenly that ocean starts flooding my stone gates and suddenly vines wrap themselves around me



tightening, tiny invisible scars that refuse to stop hurting
Bloodred sand and burning sensations
like my chest constricts itself into pieces once more and I'm being buried alive
into the ground

Claws shove me down again and something refuses to let me just die and makes me choke
Even when I feel like a blazing star
I'm just a small asteroid
Slowly breaking
The world doesn't revolve around me
Honestly
I just don't know
What's one man's sorrow worth in an entire galaxy





Of oblivion