bullets ricochet like it's nothing. he asks for one more time — one more hole in his chest, one more time, he needs to feel alive. it's always one more credit, one more journey, one more headrush and never-enough.
golden girl, you rule the world. you have been raised with your head held high despite the metal weighing it down and that is how you live now: late nights and starsets, repeating the radio signals. life is rough when you cry jewels and bleed for planets.
you have won but you are losing — they think you & your iron fist have secured the galaxy but they do not know the truth. the screams, the senate, the blasters against your skull when it is too much. you love a loaded gun and he won't lie down. you can see the end of the world in your son's eyes. you make a choice, and then another, and this is all wrong.
royalty of blood, of name, of force. you are everything and you are nothing, and you are crushed under the weight of ruling the world. remember the stolen kisses at the edge of the world? you were gorgeous when the universe was collapsing, they always are.