Too soon is the blue
A darkened shade, bleeding onto dry quills
A smooth surface growing rougher with age underneath my fingertips
Oh, how I lived for the hope of it all!
The life of light used to flicker through my eyes
Shining like a thousand stars before smashing into a meteor
Corrupting my innocence and influencing my thinking ways into a tumble of red
Such a pretty blue
Shining through the...
