Fallen Star

In her head was a point of creation
A time when it all began
But she kept in all her frustration
While the universes continued to span

But this must come to an end
As everything surely does
There would be nothing left to mend
Just an echo of what was

Her body was filled, with sunny open skies
But black holes grew in her mind
Yet she still saw the world with moonlit eyes
And was always sweet and kind

All that stayed inside her head
Turned everything to rot
And the girl cried over what she should have said
But there was nothing to be done, her tears were for nought

Now her mind is a black void
Completely devoid and still
Everything has been destroyed
Nothing exists there now or ever will