Ear my silent scream, hoping I can hold you. The warmth of the womb has turned into the cold room. Why do they cut me, they’re searching for nothing. Why can’t you hear me screaming to be here. Death is a state that we so deeply fear. Only in death will I feel your touch again. Death of my star in the quietest mourning, as emptiness fills our heart, with its blade we are bleeding. Welcome to the fate of a death star.