Being

We will fall out of being in a wet shower of stars,

Outlining brilliant eyes in a desolate sky,

We will cast no veil, and you knew it well, 

Tucked quietly in bed, while destined to die.

You held the hand of one I don't trust

He lead you beside still waters, but I burst

Into the void, where jaws meet skin,

And a century of souls will join me therein.