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Brandon's Star
I saw a star
and brought it down
into his eyes.
I'll forever remember
the night we named that star.
I'll forever see
that very same star in his eyes.
I made a promise that night
to help him
to guide him
to make him see.
To never let him end up like me.
He's so young,
so fragile.
And I made a promise
to make him strong
to not let others break him.
Though I can only hope
my influence was strong enough.
I can only pray
to my non-existent god
that he'll never see
the things I have.
That he won't feel
what I have felt
and dealt with.
That he won't make
the mistakes I live and will die with.
I'd hate to see
this child,
this angel,
fall from his grace because of the lies.
The same lies that destoryed me.
Bury me alive.
Asphyxiate my words with dirt.
Exsanguinate me,
slowly kill.
For I'd rather imbrue his perfect white wings,
than gaze upon a scene
I have seen in myself.
Watching as he screams for mercy.
I have experienced
mercy, nor god, nor anyone else will listen.
Doesn't really matter...
They can't save you from yourself.
They can't erase the lies,
the pain,
the loss of a desolate soul.
So I made a promise that night,
when we named that star,
when he was going away.
I swore to him,
to myself,
to our star,
and to anyone who cared to hear;
that I would never let him lose.
I would never, ever let him down.
He will never be like me.
I will not allow it--I refuse.
He will not lose that innocence,
the star, the sparkle in his eye;
the one that I lost long ago.
But still, I can only hope
that he will remain strong.
Be himself,
be that ever-shining star we named.
And never let himself fade away...
Like I did...
