You are misty in your blindness
Shackled to the light
The night is loud with echoed dust
Cloudy red consumes your veins
Shattered exhaustion creeps 'round your crown
Uncomfortable breaths empty silence's shelves

All hail the queen of the future
Lonely eyes grinding like stones
Dark arms curling 'round feathered calm
Murky explosions from crackling lips

We are only ever lonely when we are not cold.