'cause i just can’t look - it's killing me and taking control Jealousy, turning saints into the sea turning through sick lullabies

...on converted minds
we wonder why we look at the sky.
the niceties and solitude of darkness.
surrounded by a constant.
knowing the light from
death will travel millions of light years
for something else's eyes.
eternity is appealing, warm and reliable
even though the space it occupies is so cold
and uninhabitable.
constant
constant

constant
constant
put out feelers
touch eternity
frostbitten