He has sunset eyes, the kind that expose burning wildfires,
And it's an impossible tease trying to figure out where I fit
Inside that crowded ballroom of a memory system where
Pleasant faces cross into forgetfulness and odd ones stand out.
.
The odd ones always stand out.
.
And the obsessed? Where do they fall? At the feet of their idols.
They fall hard and they fall bloody, but oh, what a show it is!
A collapse of all that could have been, like a star imploding in their chest,
How he loves to watch their supernovas destroy them down at his feet.
.
That he won't ever forget.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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