The end

Look around, look around at all those infected by affection

Cut yourself, cut yourself on the edge on the serrated hearts of the vagrant

As we stumble around, lost without the hearts that lead us. Now choked by a cold embrace. We will watch the city crumble and suffocate in its dust. And there will be no more but the memory of the warm body that so faintly rested in one place, but it looks like that sanctuary is lost to us. But wasn’t it beautiful while it lasted or are we just mesmerized  by a vision we only saw at a glance. Without a full look it is as beautiful as our minds can conceive but as dark as our hearts are now. Broken by the anxious hands of the man watching the world as it comes to its doom, but shattered with the care of the one who pressed the button to make it so. Please tell me that this is the end because its time that we ease the pain of our history because I cant bare the pain of our memories.

This is the fallout of our heart break.