This enchanted realm is theming dust again
Honey you're my last remaining breath
You're the ending beating of my chest
You're so much more the darkness than the light
I can feel the ways you move me when I'm sleeping
How awake am I to still be dreaming
We're falling through strings of seasons
And I have trouble breathing
Your face burns delicate sculpture overlooks
And it hurts.
It hurts to see us getting old
It hurts that distance time and life can hold us
I still pray
Not to something or someone
But of thanks for my dear friend
Heaven's Gonna Be In Hell Tonight
Every single curve is…
