within the edge of defeat

and in the quiet persistence of days passing; life is harder to live. when all you have is never here, when all you know is what is not. when you've roamed with the brightest star, when you felt all kingdoms melt to dust, when mourn is what you have become. and to the tempest of the departed; silence was never louder. within the edge of defeat, you have never seemed so alive.

- always always R.