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? 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!