rose gold invades my coat of arms vividly. she sits on the lip of a building riskily and the tiny lights shine cruelly.
i'm a man walking through a city of sin where nothing is in sync. angels fall like rain with torn wings. they push a finger in a jar to taste sweet things. the curse of midas envelops them whole. the dark sets in and everything goes cold.
cold heart, cold senses, cold love grip the world so fast. if you want some trauma you should wallow in my past, i feel like i'm the final sane man on an impossible task. the creatures scratch at my doors and i can hear their lungs rasp.
one. two. three. final gasp.
i wish you remember me as a poet. write on my tomb, wet the soil with your tears and then throw it. take a final look and spy a rose gold slug.
