your eyes
remind me of ashen fireflies
with circles around them, almost like
a monochrome sunrise
and your voice  
fills the skies
with clouds of coal and ice

your touch is made up of lies
am i not right
with your castle build up so high
it counts as vanishing disguise
and in your flesh, this demise
it should suffice
am i not right
to have you pay this price
the worst of all goodbyes