No surrender

There was a time when we used to shine. Up to north, down to south.
No nights above our tinny heads. Nightmares, shadows, absolution.
Oblivion.
Silent bear had came to visit me two years ago and as usual, we drank red wine out of a pharmacy right on the corner. Small children with their yellow caps and their vintage parents walked down the main street.
Bear came back to Safron Valley after two days. We had been friends, not so new, not so old. Just friends.
Beat the bit!
Revenge in front of the cabin door.
I don't like the smell of your toothbrush. Yeah! My lighthouse is quite small and my shooting star... so vain.

Pool it down!