One single frame trapped behind cut glass; is what this should have meant.
And the last of the passion in us has passed because the glass has collapsed from the hum's descent.
So pull the magnitude of that sound towards me now and I will set it to descend.
And as the feeling falls between us, the falling feels the end.
Step to the side, almost close your eyes, and breathe in, to remain alive.
Lows pulsate when night emerges out of day and where the sea meets the sun eventually.
Into the fade, in a distant, yet familiar way.
Push the drone into the right frequencies and the light will start to bend.
When we bring ourselves into focus we can start to see us burning in the end.
The acidic glow begins.
Step to the side, almost close your eyes, breathe in and remain alive.
Lows pulsate and exponentially decay like a wave separating into the sea. hiccup
Into the plains, from a distant, yet familiar day.