And as the shift settles,
and the falling stars come intact
with the flames
of eternity
that were lost
in the myth
of the human race,
we rebuttal,
with nothing but the ember
of our dying breath
as our weapon.
YOU ARE READING
Froot Loops @ Midnight
PoesíaI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?
