dusty311

from the flame i return to my bed of cinder the burnning subsides but only leaves me urnning.
from chaos i do exist
all is this i do miss
all is as ever will be
all is dark a shade for hiding
so dont look up no more
up isnt there no more
for up up and left
and every silent breath
is just screaming at nothing

but less you breathe you can not see how lonely looking up can be