I hear them The tolling, wailing bells So we've come to the end The last page of an epic The silent fadeout of the silver screen The dimming embers of a massive bonfire. We've unmoored our boats from the flotilla we once knew as 'home' and 'family'.
The end of us
We stand in the ruins Of a great building It once held the relation Of a father and daughter Of a husband and wife You set it on fire But we will not put out your flames With our tears and blood Anymore.
Let the fire take away your poison And let the rain scour away every last toxic residue Of the bond we once held. This is my requiem. Perhaps one day this too shall seem like a dream.