5 acessos
Stagnant strangers romance on crowded pathways below
Admiring the stage's glistening coat
The reflection on the sill giving the cheekbones their due
Praising the worth of porcelain skin
My shades of blonde dancing in the high sun
I gave labor to the grief
To the squinting spectator who drank in the despair
As I tiptoed off the plane of existence
And drifted listlessly through the velvet blackness of oblivion
I am what I always was
Gleaming and empty