Mewing kittens Stories

Everything is burning And so beautifully hopeless Behind a thickening fog That turns the streetlights into Something like those dying stars I always see in your obsidian eyes When everything comes down Not to what we say But the way we say it Whatever the story is of a night like this I tell you it’s a hundred years Whispering back and forth in the dark Of a city that forgot we were here I tell you it’s about nothing But...