The outcast has become center stage, and the walls will forever bear that weight

They crack into fire, lapping at the edges

The wood has split

Sharp along the river's edge, sharp like nightfall, like teeth

Shifting the faultline, lovers waltz to the melody of moonlight, shattered pieces at their feet

Do you hear the gears turning?

Sweet under constellations, forever gnawing for the release of what is bitter

They break silently into stained smiles

There is no sound in space, the mask of destruction

Meteors crash

And crash

And crash into the corner of light years

A disguise of quiet

So old men watch the young ones die

So the egg breaks from the nest

This is a new kind of apocalypse

This is a world in which silence offers safety

So we only collapse in the mirrors, in rooms with the lights off

Hush, now

For what is sweeter than everything on the tip of your tongue?

For what is happier than the static in your ears?

For what is lonelier

Beautifully, destructively lonelier

Than the politeness of humanity?