not so much the sun... but the moon today, how it fetches the glint from a fire of doom but slips the lie to the truth in truly black rooms.
the barge of my waste is time spent with you. and no other thing kills as sweet.
in the valley of the hollow i begin my lurch. I tumble through the awe without my skin, and it hurts. i blunder through the stars of our astronomy... no doubt. but i would have you as my nothing to have