A dark path led by crippled leaves and piles of bones
At the end, a delicate pyre
An unclean, visceral feeling
Tears pour into my hands
Surroundings fade to gray
A gloom you’ll never know
Everyone has left me
At war with myself on the bedroom floor
No angel has come for me
My limbs begin to feel numb
Will you remember me?
Lay the candles around me, outlining my body
I begin to feel the earth collapse
What comes next feels aimless
Everything turns white
We are always alone