Solar

You live for one,

Amoungst moon and stars.

And no morning here can greet you. 

The sun does turn 

And in ardor burn

But my warmness doth not reach you.

I wanted good morrow. 

And instead got sorrow.

For my light may never meet you.

End

The end is but a more familiar beginning. This much I know.

True story

Is truth something spoken between friends Or something understood between enemies? 

Source

It all looks good on a billboard

Framed

True beauty is candid and unsettling. 

Cold hands

Yes,

Even great fires wither;

but it is always the frigid air that reminds us.

Vamp

They paint their faces

and run fearlessly into the darkness. 

Chrysopoeia

It is said it'll come around one day.

But when it comes it doesn't stay.

It lived once. (Quite in decay)

But thusly faded anyway. 

Upon itself it did consume.

But space itself became it's doom.

And thoughts of leaving always loomed.

In of itself 

This unity

Detached without impunity.

And so destined it was to be

Sadly lost to history.

True death is

the loss of memory.

So as not to reciprocate this tragedy.