Don't get any closer
Love is love
It is what it is
Only the sun

(can display the sun)

When sweet sorrow caress, and
a thousand suns inside are extinguished,
I haggle with myself regarding death:

"Do not despair, for you will die, one day.
Just as you will be raised up,
you will sink down,
one day."

"What is pain?" the king would say.
"Even this shall pass away."

Your arms.

Facing the life ahead,
or racing towards death instead.

Begging, screaming, steaming.

If only this life lacked true meaning...

Things replace things.
Days replace days.
Things replace things.

Run run run run run run.

And you cannot run or ever, ever escape.
You cannot run or ever hide it away.
Something glorious is about to happen:
The Reckoning

the hardest
part of
saying
goodbye is
the fact
that
sometimes
there's no
closure