Thinner

I followed a heart made of philosopher stone
to a dead end road
the flame drowns in the wax
riding the razors back
to the edge of the map
as the stars inhale
and exhale their shimmer
the air I breathe growing thinner
the space around me expands
stretching the bonds between my friends
growing distant
awaiting this chapers end
hoping the next is better than
a stray sniffing at the gates of strangers
sedate and subdue the anger
only to awaken later
stronger, pent up, presenting danger
frustration, empathetic failure
maybe I just care too much
in a life of denying such.