Shadows of your face Hollow and dark The place to embrace Mere fires from spark It seems to be a race Of contagious misery
But that’s not the case When the ashes come along
Jump into the fire Soon to be doused in a haze Conspire the entire Time left in our days And what’s left becomes dire When subjected to perish
But that’s not why we tire When the ashes come along
It seems as if were only here To take up space on earth A leer to be so near Not a gift: a curse The end seeming all clear Yet, always unexpected
But that’s not why we tear When the ashes come along
Death, it has came Now all is calm No more shame to tame Life slipped from the palm No one else to blame All is now well
Now that is why we rejoice When the ashes come along.
Spade6sic6 · Fri Jul 27, 2007 @ 04:15am · 2 Comments |