current mood: content
you are the sweetest thing.
the hum of people in the passing crowd are shot away by the heave of your chest.
laying here I am perfect.
Numb yet overjoyed.
I am nothing more that the collapse and fall of your empire.
the stargazer looks at the sky expecting to find nothing more than what he was looking for.
what will I look to?
and the mirrors edge is coated by dust,
those cold eyes I know are mine, lurk with regret as they stare at ledge.
and we grow older always older.