words are a wasted art

trying to break

threw the bond

of the blind eye

and ignorance

dreamers never had it so rough

they are broken and poor

claiming there minds are missing

bent on futile missions

suicide is a wasted effort

they line the coffins

with all that was written

and I am the grave digger

I am lost in cemeteries

with a lantern

with nothing but time

and the taste of my own tears

the midnight oil burns out

and suddenly

I am much older than I remember

spending days in the daze

of lost twilight

and with you here

we are now

and thats all I wanted

lost souls entwined

and all things being equal

we couldn’t be more opposite

your reading a fossil

and I am gone

another ghost

in the machine

my heartbeat

is slower

as we breath

shallow breaths

and abandon all we have left

there is nothing to save

we slave

for infernal earnings

and the burning question remains

who are we

if we are not all the same

plane pale shades of gray