stars align in a blanket of future snow dusting time's plateau with a smear of red paint across the fallen angel's face shedding tears in the naked light from the hollow of a mirrored heart playing shadows like a work of art
it's an expansive drama of forgotten leagues keeping memories in silence between the ravines of what has and what has yet. digital ridges serrate the landscape of quiet burdens borne by the beings of beastly countenance counting seven in perpetuity in honor of the bell that tolled so long ago now.
there is a low roar bellowing from the womb of novelty coming to upset the balance bristling with charged particles of transmutation and flashing in a dance of lightning from the void. born from eternity to create in time those wildest dreams from the darkness of God's mind.
I wanted to carry your burdens with me and show you the joy of this world that you no longer believed in. how could I forget your sweet words? and oh my heart ached the silence filled with dread "oh god, please don't be dead."
this poem hurts me a lot. I really did care for him and I was truly scared that he had died because he did attempt but now it hurts for a different reason