Crystalized moments, frozen in space, time left, abandoned, by the existence of a concept created by your own minds. You wait, suspended, within mirrored eyes, reflecting a world, torn asunder, by storms outside logic.

Porcelian flesh, stoned, cast in shadows, shifting through the void, lips of gloss and blood, broken pieces of perfection, cast in eyes of sorrow and despair, waiting amongst the ashes of your world, when no ones left, who is it you seek, sitting in darkness, tears of silver tranquility, drifting down your cheeks, lost in moments between slience and oblivion.