The warmth of an orange
soaks into my skin...

There's a salty ache in my ribcage
it radiates out through my muscles and bones...

I do not live
And if I did...

I cannot stem the evil tide
That rises from my lips...

The withered flames
caress the wood...

It's dangerous
Finding substitutes for love...

The darkness shivers with rain
And light splits the sky in two...

You smile and the world melts
In soft arrays of peach and blue...

I am quite capable
of bleeding on my own...

A silent sentry holds his guard
Deserted by his fellow stars...

Spinning, hurtling, tumbling through the air
The pointed nose, the tail so bright...

Spinning years consume the air
And age comes creeping to my bed...