I am the last
of the white hot nobodies,
burning out to ash
in a vacuum of cold silence.
Don’t cry for me;
I won’t remember my own pain
in but a moment.
All is well.
The Honeymoon is Over
I am the last
of the white hot nobodies,
burning out to ash
in a vacuum of cold silence.
Don’t cry for me;
I won’t remember my own pain
in but a moment.
All is well.