Silence Louder Than A Heartbeat

Our deaths will be poetic and legendary. A priceless bounty shining brighter than Sirius, the Dog Star. But tragic like an overdose, the flux of a soul taken before they shined and heaven's light burned like one thousand fires in an eye. This dream was meant to last longer than the tears of a broken heart, but it faded like the note of a piano running out of luck, into the cold breath of a despondent night. Remember those blades of grass plucked from its earth song when we tried to shake the white from our knees? Now time is a memory forsaken, an ancient city we will never return to. We are living dead in a cruel world, spending life bleeding like gliding beams. Everything you do is a lie, the shell of an orange with no life inside. We take cheap sedatives but fumble in a helplessness, something too big to put into words as sweet as honey drops.