As lonesome as we are, we try to create hope for the future
A future we recognize already as a mere fantasy
We cry for ourselves
Since the ashes blew away, we are the darkest things remaining
Even compared to the lack of reflection that surrounds us
Penetrating fire has burned through doors, releasing tears on command
We cry for ourselves
It is an inescapable void, like the raindrops that disappear into the ocean
A single tear can be something we never knew existed
And yet...
We cry for ourselves
Seared with pain- when does it dissipate?
These undying lies and confessions of false emotions…
What have we done to deserve this storm that toppled our faith?
We cry for ourselves
We bury our heads in the mounds of bone
And disappear like the flames that once were