Unordered Tales

The excess, the loss of you

The difference is in the stars she whispered to me stacked up the day we were born And crackling like a bad transmission my heart bleeds itself dry

Aeon

so steady and true my aim with starlight sight so still my breath and calm my heart like kind death upon my soft lips and i am i am i am just quiet...

At least

I have pretty eyes And hands But both are empty And time rolls on Passing me by I am much of a stranger in this world But so much in love with it...