What was that you said?
Something about a skeleton of me in the distance.
A memory, with a history of breaking.
Your sunken insides show no remorse for illusion.
We were dark matter woven betwixt admiration,
starlight navigating beyond a treacherous darkness;
illuminating a journey into a vast expanse of ecstasy turned Vantablack.
Devoid of vitality.
Your unknows show no remorse for discomfort.
Scattered remains of a black hole molded into an image of you,
reflections desolate;
Oblivion.
Milo’s Dream // Dark Matter















