A hand falling just under the side of fair, looking down seeing only a book of matches there, eyes wide shut as it crashes unaware, white knuckles gripping a pen as this ink flashes with flare, no second thought as life clashes with despair, shedding this earthly body leaving my soul bare, in the final moments of our life together I realized what it all meant, nothing left after all that time spent, the tears the suffering begging you to repent, I guess I always knew I was someone you would grow to resent, now I'm just ashes in the breeze, never knowing how it was ended with such ease, I hear them screaming their pleas, but I can't turn back now it's to late, I've never been one to believe in God or fate, never believed our life was predetermined on an earlier date, but maybe we are never really in control, maybe we are all born into a role, now I'm asking myself what that means for my soul, is there more to me than I am capable of seeing, tears fall as the masses begin fleeing, just another lost cause not worth freeing, just know that I loved you with every fiber of my being..