Maybe I'm simply meant to adore you from afar, or to come up close but never quite touch you.

Much like the multitude of things you create, only for me to appreciate but never to keep.

Searching for angels within demons
Listening for breaths from the mouths of the dead

Seeing sparks at the end of a dead wire
and light at the end of a tunnel

when all i'm ever looking at is a wall in a windowless room.