I begged you to stay illustrated

A pretty picture reading captions that

We'd both heard before

But you must enjoy the fall

Then atrophy breeds apathy, and

Sense by sense you fall away

Making things desperate

"When it's fear," you said, "Just follow your line of sight".

Down a blurred barrel into your tear stained blues

Would make us the car crash you always wanted

And if you could feel it afterwards

You'd wear it like a crown