• The pastels we knew
    Faded into the distant burning
    Tress of green, some fade in the dust
    Flowers that bloom of fiery anguish
    The bulbs and buds have fallen in between

    The pain of him falls down
    Endlessly
    Circling clouds of once was man
    I come kneeling, falling for it
    He comes harsh

    The times of fight
    Sweltering time
    Melting in the day of well being once obtained
    The drops of salt from above the face
    I cannot see through blinded days

    He came and left, still remaining here
    Of all the dust
    No shadows can come
    The drops of the sick
    Flowing freely, rivers waking

    The rays of one that was
    Beaming
    All can not be found in it
    The heat of the time of the place where
    I can not be found to die

    So weakness overwhelming
    The salt burns in the mind
    Everlasting
    It comes as a flame
    Ever so silent, ripping