THE ARCHITECTURE OF ASH

Life map burned to the core
I stand where gravity dies
Floor gone, I know no shore
Dead gaze, hollow eyes
Silence weighs on my skin

Lost the fight, couldn't win

Utter despair is my breath
Everything crumbles to death
Anchor rusted, chains torn
Curse the day I was born
Darkness is all that is real

Thoughts trapped in a jar
Shattering into gray dust
No light, no guiding star
Only rot, only rust
Future blank, inkless page
Brink of the final cage

Was there a point? Or design?
Just teeth grinding in line

Grit turns to sand in hand
Sorrow owns this land

Utter despair is my breath
Everything crumbles to death
Anchor rusted, chains torn
Curse the day I was born
Darkness is all that is real

Utter despair is my breath
Everything crumbles to death
Anchor rusted, chains torn
Curse the day I was born
Darkness is all that is real

Falling...
Forgotten...
Final breath... a gift.