Donnie (Blasphemy!)

Why are the stars so far away?
I thought I told them to come to me.
You see, I am tierd of reaching.
Now, I want them in my hands.

It's peculiar how we become,
Spherical and meloncholy,
In the eyes of one little boy.
He was caught in a web of stars.

On his arms was the universe.
In his mind were dirty thoughts.
What did you expect?
Nostalgia doesn't last forever.