<b>The Life We Have Chosen Part 2</b> by <i>Carcer City</i><br />hrough glass eyes I watched the world pass us by, 

And in time, these roads became our home.

I watched how the cities grew from the horizon.

Then slowly died away as quickly as they had come.



Together we drew a portrait, untouchable.

Waking up to grey static, looking at you, 

Through porcelain, laced in dirt.

I am growing weak, but through all this... 

I have found the deepest of gratifications.



A portrait untouchable, 

This is the life we have chosen, 

And I'd chose this for the rest of my life if I could.

I'd chose this over everything.