Ash in my mouth, with broken wings I wonder
On the ground ponder
Why did I
Fly
So close the sun.

For now traveled have I
From the blaze of sun
to the pitch black

Here I build my wings again;
To soar the heavens so so high.
So fellow husks
in the swamp of death.
Remind me brothers;
Don't try to fly to the sun!
again...

I smile for the last time
Mushroom clouds in the sky

I sigh in relief
it is all that i believed

Sunshine on my face
Warmth in my bones

It is finally here;
Atomic fire

I'm trying to figure, when did the first smile die on you face and
I'm sorry that I missed it.

I wonder when does the last do the same or did it already go; how long from that till your heart grows cold and we are both alone.

Even then I hope that under the cold ash does something still ember and we can blow them to a new fire.

Should that fire start it would brighten the days in front and keep us warm in the days of dark.

The Cynic in me buries the optimist and the pessimist side by side, leaving the realist rotting on top.

What a dog I've become.

A hound to howl against hope; an advocatus diaboli for nil and all, but that's what I've become... that's what I am.

Tho all we are all made from stardust, drifting through eons and life's.

It is your radiance shines to me like a blazing star piercing through the dust of tomorrow - the slow malicious dust that covers us in the distance of today.

I would run through the mist only to see you smile, but I won't for i could not assemble the shards it would shatter from the cruel now.

Yet i still long for your glistening shine and build a shrine in my heart so it will beacon us to union in wonders that be beyond the dust of tomorrow

Nothing can sooth the demons inside me, for I am the devil inside.
With my will the ill wind will blow where ever it goes.
Enemies, friend, strangers will be gone. I shall remain.
For my will will not let me go, in good nor evil.

Pulvis et umbra summus.

Omnis mundi mortalis est, temporis crescit