Discharge

plastered among the plasma with a radiance as vibrant as to overshadow the abyss with an ominous glow dissolving our elements into a megallanic cloud that scatters throughout the universe with such substance, with such warmth crater our way through the dense fog of empty promises and travel along, drifting like dying magnets with every inch of our soul fading into the vacuum not to be forgotten, for we become the mecca invigorating a rising nova to its limits glowing indefinitely to blind ourselves from one another