Milkstain ~!

Pure Marble
The beginning of centuries worth of history

With each piece holds a meaning
With each chisel, a step towards perfection

However, on top holds milk
Unable to survive a day

But it's glimmer draws eyes
and keeps them forever mesmerized

Assending into an abyys of silk
Caressed  by a mysterious liquid
Yet so reminscent of our past

Gazing in pure heavanly white
Trying to find something in nothing
Only finding ourselves in the nothingess

Although its life is so short
It carries no less
Then the timeless marble

- FriendlyFIRE & Greenpotatochip ~