the dust will pile higher and higher 

memories will only fade 

spirits will one day rise 

feel the fire burn my eyes 

i will bathe in the waters 

poured from the sky 

inhale dark winters 

thoughts of decay 

don抰 remain 

fade away 

scaling the walls 

of my mind 

with sweaty palms 

unending dead end 

shall we hold hands 

and die? 

morning star 

shall not rise 

unstitch the seams 

free to dream 

driven towards 

the brink that will not sink 

walking in a see of red 

mist fills my head 

with dreams of the dead 

pale breath of sunlight 

reignites my shame 

as flowers consume the earth 

how can something that only exists for a fragment of time cease to exist 

when it never really existed at all? 

cease to exist when it never really existed at all? 

at all!