monument

There are no illusions this time
As You sit in a beam
Watching me ride into the sunset
You'd be there till I fade away

I fight my wars in iris prisons
Multiply in eyelash dews
Crowned with my mock conquests
You sit splendid in your pop-corn throne

These days I still move around reels
In voids where your eyes once where
You keep shining in darkened halls
While I age another day in a forgotten can