apocalypsepoet:

Tragedy suits your

Tear-rimmed eyelids

And scar tissue heart,

Just another witness

To the passing of ages,

Brush strokes to a mural

Of time and space,

Both perceivable and

Incomprehensible,

The dead space between

Was left just for us,

So together

We can still be alone,

And you can bask in

Suffering.

12:06 pm  •  23 August 2012  •  76 notes