i was counting stars,
i thought when i reach thousand it'd calm my stinging scars
but when i had done,
it was all just tears on my hand.
i was counting stars,
red and blue; it blinded what i did know,
light and wall what wrong did i do? should i be glad that you had taught me how to count,
'cause if i would gather all the stars i couldn't be one of,
it would not just be a mount.
DART AZRIEL
