ASHES ARE ONLY RESIDUE
OF WHAT WAS ONCE SO BRIGHT.
THE FIRE IS OUT.
THERE IS NO MORE LIGHT.
THROWN TO THE WIND;
CASUALLY STREWN
GRAY DRIED UP ASHES,
THEY WERE ONLY ON LOAN.
NEVERMORE LIGHT,
NO BRIGHTNESS,
NO MORE FEELING, NO MORE LOVE
NOT EVEN THE FEEL OF BREATH
JUST THE COLD THE VOID
JUST A BITTERSWEET DEATH......
