Catch the falling ash on your tongue,
taste the fire,
and let it numb your senses as you tell yourself it is a snowflake.

Looking back means losing progress.

Don't surrender to anyone,
not even yourself.

Keep marching.

This is what it means to never give up.

The dawn has rendered me dreamless yet again,
Or at least of the only dream that mattered.

Surrendering myself to my subconscious has never been easy for me,
but dreams were the last place I knew you to exist,
and I would gladly brave all the nightmares that came along with them,
if it meant that I could just hold you again.


Lost- Your name has become synonymous with "Lost."
It breaks my heart every time I hear it,
and yours was a very common name,
but I'll say it all the same,
because I still enjoy the sound.
"Lost" is an unfortunate word, yes, but it implies that there is a possibility of being found.



Alive- They say you are "Alive."
I disagree.
Your meaningless words and vacant stare
scream to me that you are not in there.

Your obnoxiously noisy heart beats blindly,
it knows not of how it teases me and fills me with desire.
Your soul was the sacrifice and your body was the pyre.