Do the constellations align
       When my eyes
    Lock to yours?
Sleepless again
      I wander this ghost ship
   Feel my skin caress my bones
      Eternally emaciated
           To dream of
               Living amongst angels
   I once saw
          My phantom hourglass
      Breaks under the pressure
            Cracking
           Decaying from the weight
                Of that thought
        So minute
                Yet incomprehensible
        Through dulled senses