You know the ending was near,
The rust already eats our sunset's beauty,
You say it's golden, while I spoke of it as plated
They say the water can help it reflect its former beauty but the latter did the opposite; It corrodes;
Faster than what you wished and hoped for, and as it kills you slowly,
I have found the reason to breathe again with my body only stained with the color of rust and the smell and taste of it that I'll always associate with blood.