~Still, Not Sparkling~
My only hope for a best friend
Is locked in my apathy
Abounding in the stars, the sky
Held within a hope bound tightly with golden threads
Kisses showered upon a secret
Put in a silver bag and handed to a star
Lifted out of dripping sentiments
And painted with a fresh coat of listlessness
A shiny glow on every ounce of trust
Gallon after gallon of confidence
Silver shimmering in an abundant stream
Being poured out, and down the drain
A boiling pot of ammonia and bleach
Fumes touching the noses of all that dare to enter the chamber
A security lingering as basic as the emissions
Yet acidic as the void held within the cauldron