Spilling forth like jagged notes, the breathless sobs
of a lover scorned are flung into the inky night.
Caught within the flow of time, who will mourn our sympathy?
On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
Spilling forth like jagged notes, the breathless sobs
of a lover scorned are flung into the inky night.
Caught within the flow of time, who will mourn our sympathy?