[ ASHES ]


Into the starry starry night I dive,
Pristine peaks ensconce me like a hive,
Glistening moonlight swallows the skies,
Clouds flutter by within a blink of the eyes.
No hint of a soul in sight,
Something doesn't feel right.
Trees and twigs sway with the breeze,
The air's so stale and it smells of disease,
Mind grows numb with dead thoughts afloat,
They wink and flicker into the horizon like smoke,
I wish for sound and an end to the stillness,
Everything's so quiet that it chills my bones,
I look around my feet and scoop up some snow,
With a gasp I realize that it's burning:
Burning, burning;
The souls are burning
Into a thousand fading stars,
Withering, blazing, scorching, searing
Sensations and colours and memories of you.
Ashes, ashes;
The world is in ashes,
And the flaming embers are coming for me.

Into the starry starry eyes I stare,
Forgetting to blink as I discover an universe there,
Hands shake as the fingers interlink,
Lips twitch open at the sight of tongues so pink.
Breaths unite and noses collide,
Your hair becomes my favourite place to hide.
Clothes unfurl as voices hoarse and rasp,
Bodies join as one with a blissful gasp.
Heartbeats dance to the song of the souls,
I erase the distance between our lips
As you raze my earlobes and welcome me home.
Together as one, we dream our symphony;
Together as one, we amalgamate our essences;
Together as one, we close our eyes,
And when I open them again,
I find you gone, the traces of your lips replaced
By a cigarette and its burning:
Burning, burning;
Yet I'm so cold and empty,
Like fading stars at the end of nowhere,
Luminescent even at death,
With the hope of finding you.
Ashes, ashes;
My world is in ashes,
And the freezing embers are coming for me.

It's a nightmare
And I can't wake me up,
It's a nightmare
And you're not there to wake me up.
Ashes, ashes;
Ashes are all that remain.

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