the fallen

your smiling eyes have set

and left us with this seething stubborn sore,

lonely, sickly, and pale at day’s fete

in horizon’s void, vacantly star-eyed like a whore.

into the night we fall dying

our breath-- the permanent clouds in the sky

blotting tears of stars crying

as we lie side by side where we'll forever lie.

Unable to find a good picture for this one; could be because I don't know where it came from. Comment if you please.