are we dying?

as i stepped inside this dark cathedral

was glad to see all familiar faces



are we dying?

have we outlived ourselves?

are we gone?

has our flame burned itself out?



(why are fresh tears flowing?)

white roses all around us now

(a little prayer, signaling the end)



i made a way to the centerpiece

and saw our own faces staring from the glass



enter the wake of our design

a funeral to end the last embrace



are we dying?

are we the departed?