Faith No More: Just a Man (poetry cover)

Sky is crystal
clear tonight.
I'd rather not to
see the light.
Not to drink in
such a sight.
I shut my eyes,
and hold them tight.

I look above
What do I see?
The twinkling stars
they're mocking me!
Dancing so
beyond my reach.
Come to me.
I do beseech!

Sparkle, will you
in my hand.
Vain and foolish,
this I am.
Extend my arm
as far I can.
We cannot touch:
I'm just a man.

Lay my head
to get some rest.
Ignore the flutter
in my chest.
Sleep won't come,
I must confess.
I'm longing under
such duress.

Like Icarus,
I hope to fly
Approach the sparkling
lullaby.
But gravity
won't be defied.
I dream about
a cloudy sky.

'Cause if the stars
I could not see
I would not see them
mocking me.
Ignorant,
I am not free.
No more than man
I'd strive to be.

But remaining are they
fixed on high,
a mocking, restless
lullaby.
My hopes and wishes
they defy.
I dream about
a cloudy sky.

Sparkle, will you
in my hand.
And in my palm
a star did land.
Vain and foolish,
this I am.
You're burning me:
I'm just a man.

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So shout out to Jimmy, and his tradition of Faith No More Fridays, without which, I'd probably never hear of this song (it's Friday btw).  I was listening to Faith No More - I'm Just a Man, and an idea struck me (maybe it's been done before): what if I did a cover of it?  Only since I'm not a musician, what if I did a poetry cover?

Maybe it's more accurate to say a "Just a Man"-inspired poem?  But that takes too long to say.

If you never heard the original song, or just need a refresher, link is here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7g4L47kEcS0

The Abyss

The heart so void,
a vacant abyss.
Within, not even
a trace of this.

A desert abandoned
hope for rain.
Feeling nothing,
not even pain.

Rumors of color,
amidst dismay.
The sounds are muted.
The vision, gray.

High and low,
without distinction.
Freed slaves marching
toward extinction.

The urgent words
upon your lips
sound no echo
in this abyss.

Teardrops swallowed
by vacant depths.
Lay your head
on empty chest.

The heart so void.
It barely beats.
Closer than skin,
yet out of reach.

A tundra abandoned
hope for spring.
High and low,
not a thing.