Beautiful little things
I bring them to the gathering
Fearful little moments
In our conjoined consciousness
Are you actually, literally sure?

Beautiful tiny trinkets
I show my (un)dying affection
The (un) is for you
The dying, for myself
Please, see me again with that precious smile

I'm so greatful that you once did
and that you once were
here

But even eternity isn't forever
And your vacancy is just so painfully vacant

And

Every day is decay
Every entrance, entropy
Even your utterly radiant smile, won't be enough

© pissprophet