I’ve climbed the ladder to graceless heights, on the sheer will of a lonely night.
Sympathize with your heart felt eyes, if a turning of a coin desires, what’s left is an unholy empire. What fumbles on the pavement is nothing but a dream.
If I wanted to be scene I would. Hide your sleeves of feeling for another day, if a heart is broken some would say.
Chime into a cloudy sky, filled stars are waiting to shine.