I can't save you;

Thinking of this over midnight coffee

and faded rain–

Now jaded makes sense,

Along with the color scheme

Friday came and went

(I keep you hidden and off to the side,

And away from the monsters,

the scars of a fairytale long and forgotten

More robberies and a heartbreak,

sactity hours away

On a plane destined for engine failure

falling from such high altitudes

The last and the first sound

Unsure of survival and rebirth

To a new age

Is the same sound,

The whistling of the winfs

Fresh with frost from the aspen

Oh, the shame of it

Oh, the shame of it

–and this must be why you've been on my mind

I hide and keep it pushed to the side

So the monsters stay far, far away

With the hopes that something,

If anything

Is left at the end

Like a vulture of some sort,

for faux and fur coats

Astonished it still hasn't gone yet

Up in ohms,

for fear of the father

The color makes all the sense

In a wicked way,

Same as always,

Or hearing you never,

Seeing you sometimes

And wishing that

I'll also see you here, nearer–

Rather than further;

Freak of nature,

Now or never, but

I hate an early departure

And door closeures a full hour before

Taking off.

I love you.

But with every beat of my heart,

And every hope, still

We move further away from one another

Than ever before.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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