Seeking solace at the end of days when minds have ceased in polished blaze. A knife edge in the ether as it gates crash to close when the comfort is together. One brings the misery. The other half is pain so their lives may end in glory drowning out their shone.
Sitting at the end of the time when all the world is past throwing pebbles past forever's line to the crack of jokes too crass. They watch what they know sail above their heads till their past smothers new and their outlined by their dead