Continents in the sink drain, galaxies in her face
Rusty crusty rainbow stains hold all the beams in place
Summer icy as a mountain, winter ever warm
As the body still decays the flies and maggots swarm
Moths emerge and angels die, their feathers fall like snow
Butterfly dust and star sand fly, their vibrant colors glow
Here is existence, here is death, oozing down the walls
Sunbeams and moonlight breaking in and running down the halls
Mistake the fireflies for stars, the heavens do not mind
Gnarled trees lean in and whisper, reminding to be kind
Galaxies pouring down the drain, continents hide her face
Be sure to leave the rusty stains to hold the beams in place.