"Cold silver

Biting a bullet sunny-side down

When he tells me he wants

Air Borne

Piloting dreams that keep him awake at night

Alongside my memory

(as fucked up as it is)

And I'm stuck between

His safety

And

His happiness

Because I know what the Reaper calls his price for love

(when lovers apart make war-torn hearts)

Twilight dissolving into that

Gold Star

I've grown to hate beyond words.

'2 AM cigarettes can't replace your touch.'"

9:05pm 10/25/2005