So quiet on the surface as it's eating you alive like a starving furnace you never quite survive. Morphine keeps it quiet tortured silent screams while cancer cells riot heaven's delicate dreams
I remember when I was young and burned too soon too bright used up all my light and blinded everything that was in my sight universes were consumed in fire victims of youth's blind trust of the fiercest flames of desire all that was left was star dust.
If I can shout at one end of the universe what is the wait time for a reply? Squeezing through a time box of the infinite, a smatter of silica and carbon might be the only way dreams can be dissolved...