Phosphorus

 Seen in the bright bewildering starlight the objective decisions of the night's growing ire become omniscient. 

Inspired.

I bleed like candle wax among such radiance. Sweat like glaciers...

A dream. to reminisce of clouded cities. 

Time lapsed emotions 

The braided significance of thought. 

The phosphorus glow of my time in heaven.. 

Silence gleams now, the dusk has given birth to darkness, and her heir will soon thrive not long after. 

Beware, my sweet Persephone. 

Humble sounds of cricketed laughter mean the end is near. 

Every night the world ends at 4 in the morning.