the astronauts you love
dont always die of age

the news break days you fear
always come to fruition

at some point we'll
sleep alone
and wish we were aboard
the Nemo-One

Take me through your stages
shackle me into
The Last Chair
Aboard The Quiet Fear

clone your lover
any age is ok
as long as she is yours
the love you share;
will always be okay

A candle for each day we're born

Severance from material form

Chain us down

To the ground

In resemblance of

our last terrestrial position

Once forgotten, 

recall is forbidden.

Reconstructing our memories

takes longer than we remember.

TAKE US AWAY

Join us with our attrition

SELL US TODAY

to our highest bidders

REMEMBER THIS DAY

keep our questions quivered

THE ARROW THAT BREAKS

we disavow tethers

falling from grace
Across the uninhabited interspace

Our corporeal favorite pieces
do not become our possessions

when our nighttime equivalents
gather for their
only chance at perdition

Angel forms
bear into scene
the collapsed frame
of father's dream

Trapped inside an earth-like glass

I hurl passed the sunlight's grasp


Idle states of death
remind me of my present state of course
Hurling towards
a nether-verse

Reverse and counter
my self spoke curse
Anathema
for my nepenthe

Trials of my
first century
Deliver me to the next
checkpoint ad infinity.

Hold my hand, let us go
over and under
neath the snow

Sacrifice
mine soul to me
for just a bit
of Symphony

Till tides roll out
beneath our feet

At school we bleed
And rules us feed
for sustenance;
the moon receds