The Silence Of Nightfall Miles To The East

tonight we bleed when the stars shine down on you and fall to their deaths in desparation to touch you. and when the light of their peaks slashes softly at your palms. that's when your opulence will be most alluring. but i will close my eyes and silently wish upon rocks falling from distant skies and on copper coins. hoping that your image will be forever eradicated from my mind. because you reassured me that i would remain out of harm's way. when in actuality it was an malevolent feint to take control of my vulnerability. all of my openly narrated sentiments were disposed. and i swore to myself that i'd never collapse into dejection from your compasionless words. but i was wrong. suffering through lack of understanding. falling just short of victory with hallowed eyes and no clarity in sight. second guessing and over reaching. the facts become distorted and paranoia sets in. somewhere in the end i see that it wasn't all in vain. it was just too far away. and as the pin drops, the last sound that i hear will be the sound of my heart breaking. and all change and progress is haulted. moments remain momentary. separate keeps separating. distance means out of arm's reach. those insubstantial, intangible, insufficient routines don't keep that same jaded glow that once lit the path to obscurity. and all of this because. i'm dreadfully sorry that i wished for you.