I look up at the stars and see nothing but death,
disappearing one by one with each passing breath.
A cosmic understanding between the sun and the sky,
whispers upon whispers of where you'll go when you die.

An uneven score settled in desperation,
an epitaph eternal without citation.
Building brick over brick, a crime unseen,
heaven threatening to burst at the seams.

We'll be joined together in a scene undirected,
letting go of what makes us feel protected.
A tidal wave could take us out, wash me away,
but it could never leave me with nothing to say.