Dead Stars in fake skies

Stars are dead
Sky is fake
Such a waste of space
Empty space
No sails
No souls
Vast world
Closing in
On my mind
Am I alone
Am I of a kind
Nothing’s incoming
World closing
Within me is a universe
Doesn’t belong to anyone

It would be such a waste of space;
For you are so beautiful.
Stars..
You are Empty space.
No ships or souls.
World so open and vast is closing in,
On me and my mind.
Am I alone..
Am I of a kind..
Nothing incoming comes now.
World closing in and is within-
Me.