Were is my star? I just don't know where I am.

Is consumed... all existence,
dark and withered, no plants grow here.

Now in my hand there's just a burn,
no signs of a past fire, there's no record.

Is consumed... all existence,
dark and withered, no plants grow here.

As I sailed-to the void my thoughts will no survive.
And I know that everything is not beyond real.