They each struggle in the dark,
as they sink beneath the broken sky,
beyond the unknown,
and no one ever asks them why.
An autumn scream,
echoing grief through an early winter chill.
An angel girl with an empty grave,
lost within no sky.
A homeless man with an unfilled cup,
a blanket of ice to his name.
Another black sun born dying,
still, nobody asked them why.
A vision so silently drawn with broken poetry,
telling the story in their eyes.
Forgotten secrets stagger into ashes,
a grief now beats across the world...
as every 40 seconds
someone's suicide
becomes the secrets of the stars.
