The stars are nothing but monsters
like a devil in an angel’s attire, Beautiful, cold and mysterious
who promise you that the nights are made for your own salvation
sending love across the horizon, pouring star-lit peace into the aching hearts
so that the mornings won’t be so hard on you.
But these are nothing but false promises of this nightmarish presence,
appearing smilingly as soon as the sun sets, monitoring your life, whatever you feel, wherever you go
till there is no secret left to be discovered by them, using them
either to make your eyes rain your heartbreak out on the cheeks
or making themselves fall only for you to wish something that will never be fulfilled.
And when the sky is completely filled with them,
it is enough to lure you out, forcing you to admire their mesmerizing beauty
while they steal your loved ones behind your back
and give them a place among their heinous ranks
till each and every star is someone you had known, loved and cherished.
Maybe that’s why I fear the stars
because I know the truth of their cold and fiery glory;
so when the night buries the sun, you’ll find me cowering in terror inside the four walls
desperately hoping they won’t touch my skin and bathe me in their dangerous light
taking my essence, making me one of them.