Dang, I feel like all this is burning an inconsistent hole in me, from which only darkness dare to come by, I feel cold, freezing to the bone, the core of me is slowly dying and I'm so tired of those sensations that I ain't even able to care and notice...
I need to cut off the flow of toughts that are rushing my blood all around, coaxing me into bleeding myself dry to paint stars in order to make less lonely and somber the illuded cieling of my heart, which can't repare me properly from the eruption of the stabbing dawn you unlocked when our eyes met;
the stars have then faded and I still am blinded, finding way more alluring and bright the rainbow of your smile that got me hypnotized over and over again from the very start without me even catching sight of it.
For when our eyes met,
the stars have indeed faded;
You're as tangled as poetry,
oh, what a sweet time I have
trying to read you...
