Contoured Eyelashes

Contoured eyelashes tug at the sky

Clouds turn to dust in the blink of an eye

Vacant stares, they cost you your life

They sour your bones, cut like a knife. 

Burn marks and inks are not who you are

Corrigibility is not a long road afar

Time is our music and time is our noise

We are its author; We are its toys