Stars fall as broken beings, these beings are known as fallen angels. Those in the air still flying are angels. We were all meant to fall into the black pit, many have climbed out using the bodies that lie underneath that black pit. Can we awaken again or are we dead? Is that what is echoed through my body as I walk? Is that why these eyes see things threat full? Why do I feel empty with people that I love? Ask yourself, ask everyone, escape that pit. I climb the pit endlessly with a pain of internal whips. Climb with me or alone, fall into the pit and die or live. Wake up every day with something great, live for me so you can share your life that I can't get. Show me your in Elysium so I can enter Asphodel without pains. Hades welcomes you into Elysium, Asphodel damns me for my depression. If I'm gone then say bye to Zeus and tell him my new adventure shall begin. Tell Posiedon that I am going to wash away my death. Tell Demeter that I shall grow and flourish like a plant. Tell everyone that I am still fighting when I'm dead. Let Zeus know that my adventure needs his promisings. Tell Hades to increase my pain. Make Posiedon happy with infinite water. Give everyone my thanks. For when I'm gone they will see that nothing was a coincidence, it was all inevitable
Fallen angels are stars falling and broken, angels are floating stars, mentions of Greek gods and goddesses
The floating stars are angels, they don't care. The broken falling stars are fallen angels, or as I shall interpret, the emo people