dark star who is the darkest star? through windows of bars never showing your belly and holding it to the light much too heavy to realize that beauty runs deepest when tortured souls hide like moths to the flame reading faces like braille touching to get pricked by hidden thorn nails sometimes you talk to me appearing lost in thought afraid of coming out today haunting your face with a glimmer and a smile and a twinkle in your eye from crying and holding on to a drifting life in time I watch you sometimes when drinks enslave and trap me and days get clearer by night as colors move softly inside and my lonely one becomes the only one